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Watching the news
and then Sheldon as I ate. What else is there to do between 6 and 7?
I’m halfway
through my dinner and I realize, again, that I am eating alone. And I don’t
like it one bit. Actually – I hate it.
And I think – ‘I
will never get used to this…’ Yet I
know, Hunter is always here – but it is not the same. And its not like I can invite someone over
every single night – that’s not gonna happen. Friends, family have their own
lives to live. I’m only the center of my own universe – not theirs.
And maybe that’s
why I want to travel - every night has to be different – ‘cause you’re not at
home…it’s always a new adventure. You have to do it different…
So – why can’t
that be the ‘norm’ at home? Every night
a new adventure? Well, I don’t know…. Why indeed.
I guess it’s just
hard when you are by yourself. Not
always lonely, just alone. And for an
introvert by trade – that’s still a big deal.
When Glenn and I
would have these ‘What if’ conversations, it never dawned on me that I would be
the one to deal with all of this. It was theoretical – not real. I was supposed
to go first…
And because he
was always more social than I am – it made sense (not to mention my family
history).
So – what to do……
My upcoming
excursion will be a test… a week on the road – and yes there will be family at
some point – but for the most part it will be me and Hunter. So we will have
road trips to see the scenery – walks whenever we can. Which for Hunter is always. And which I’m
sure Hunter won’t mind. And truth be told, neither will I.
However…… Will I
ever get used to this? It‘s beginning to seem like never.
And as I sit here
– Hunter climbs into my lap – he knows me better than I do, I think. And it is
good – but still – eating alone is not.
No matter how good
the recipe.
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