I didn't realize it, until I moved my mother into our home to live with us a little over a month ago, that I actually enjoyed the quiet and physical sensation of being alone. My mother is doing nothing to irritate me of significance (okay maybe the endless hours of Lifetime Movies, Angela Lansbury, or Golden Girls). It is just that I keep finding myself going downstairs this week to simply be alone. Weird...since I hated being alone for so many years! I guess I really have been growing on the long journey, called living!
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