I did it. Something I’ve never wanted to do, something that I’ve been forced to do twice since moving into our home and I hated it both times beyond hatefulness.
I stayed 2 nights by myself!!! And both nights I didn’t get home until well after dark, 10pm Fri night and 11pm Sat night. (which I hate coming home to an empty house after dark, but I did it!)
Those of you that know me, know there is nothing I hate more than staying by myself. Since Nathan travels every once in a while for business or goes away with the boys I always either have someone stay with me or stay somewhere else. I’ve had each of my sisters, Polly, and Jessica stay with me in the past. To avoid staying home alone I’ve also stayed at my mom’s and even Nathan’s parents house once.
I think this stems from growing up in a family of 5. With 4 kids our house was never empty, in fact, half the time it was more full due to friends staying over. I just have never been used to an empty house…
So when Nathan and Kevin decided to do a winter backpacking trip this past weekend I decided to brave up and see how it was to live alone.
Friday night was great, I slept most of the night through only waking up once or twice but I didn’t freak out like I usually do.
Saturday night was not so great. I don’t know why I didn’t have the same peace as the night before but I kept constantly waking up, once the sun started to come up I was able to sleep and slept through until 10am.
Overall, it wasn’t so bad. It made me realize that if I had to live alone, I could. It’d just be a very quiet and lonely experience.
