Tuesday, 07 March 2006 | Alonely

One thing that I always forget to do, unless I'm forced to do it, is spend time alone. I inevitably (and repeatedly) come to the realization that time alone can actually be rather pleasant, but it only happens during accidental solitude; I never think of it when I'm happily companioned, because my default setting is turned to Things Are More Fun When Shared.

Todd is out of town this week, and therefore I suddenly have more time to spend with myself. Tonight, while walking through my neighborhood, I remembered how nice Alone can be, particularly because the neighborhood is still new to me, and I noticed I was paying far more attention to details that have, until this point, been obscured by the distraction of company. And of course it can also be nice to leisurely find your way home and not need to coordinate dinner plans or discuss the state of decay of the vegetables in your refrigerator.

The thing is, though, I never really mind coordinating things like that with Todd. I'm also noticing that my new apartment is quieter than my old apartment, simply because I no longer live by myself and it's not supposed to feel so quiet. I've already thought of several things I wanted to tell him tonight, but couldn't. Alone's kind of overrated, I've decided, again.

(See a few more apartment pictures here. Also, my newly adopted cats.)