When I was younger I wanted people around me all the time.
I wanted people to visit me, if they couldn't I would visit them - And if I knew I had a night coming up without Sara, I had to plan something to do - perhaps drink - and figure out who I could socialise with. Because being alone, God damn, how boring was that?
Alone? No way!
But something changed in my late 20's. The need to have people around me all the time slowly went away, I started to love my own company, the silence and the calm. I became calm, finally. If I had a weekend without Sara, I started spending it home instead of going out. Just enjoying the easy slow mornings and even more slow evenings. I loved it.
From then on and out, being alone when I want to, became important to me.
For the last month Sara and I have been refuges, or nicely told: on a very long summer vacation.
We've been living with friends, family, on hotels, travelling with airplanes, cars and boats.
We've been social times 10, all day - every day.
I get tired just thinking about it.
Today we got the keys to our new apartment. And I look forward to move in, to throw my feet on the table and just settle down. Being with friends and family, being social, going on vacations is all fine and dandy -
but to come home, isn't that the best part of it all?!