Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Empty House
The other night I was out late with a friend, and she got a text message from her husband, who was just checking to see if she was still alive and if she was ever coming home. Now, usually I don't really mind living alone. I can have chips and salsa or cereal for dinner and nobody cares. I can walk around naked and not freak anybody out. I can take a spontaneous road trip without having to coordinate schedules and worry about things at home (although I should really take advantage of that particular opportunity more often—like maybe once in my life). I never have to worry about somebody waking me up too early on a Saturday morning. All those things are great. But sometimes it would be nice to know that somebody cares if it's midnight on a Thursday and I haven't come home yet.
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2 comments:
I know the feeling and I'm sure I'll be even more sympathetic in the coming months when I, too, will have cereal for dinner more often.
Just know that you have friends and family who do care about whether or not you always get home safely at night, even if they don't know whether that's at 9:00 p.m. or 2 a.m.
Well if I knew you were out I'd gladly call to check on you as no doubt I'd be up, even being 2 hrs ahead of you time wise. :)
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