Home alone

Mar 18, 2010 01:27

As much as running around with Earl in the park at night, singing show tunes and talking about our last week and year is, as much as unpacking and figuring or shopping and settling, all bring me home to this being home. So does this.

Hours of endless silence broken by no one but myself, or the pets, or even the woman playing her doumbek in the playground earlier this evening. I find some part of me that has been continually wound up finally relaxing in this completely empty space, too.

I wouldn't mind this all working out where there are hours I get to have all these things.

will & grace, apartment

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