Time Alone

Time Alone

The past few years I’ve spent the majority of my time alone.

A lot of it by choice, a lot of it simply because I refuse to “fill” my space just for the sake of filling it.

The past few summers it feels like I’m either spending the weekends traveling, surrounded by people, living the dream and feeling so full or I’m home, by myself, feeling full but also wishing someone was there.

Wishing might not be the right word. But honestly I’m not even sure any of this is going to make sense or even truly get my point across. I’ve been thinking about writing on the topic for a long time but could never find the words to really describe this strange state I find myself in a lot of the time.
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