I moved back in with my parents about a year ago during a time of transition in my life. They’ve been out of town since Wednesday, so I’m relearning what it’s like to be alone in a house. I often get freaked out at night when the quiet of the day settles into my bones. I crave the peace of mind to know there’s someone else there, as if their presence alone will protect me from whatever creeps in the shadows in my bedroom.
But the silence of the morning is refreshing. I’m enjoying the solitude, slowing down a little, not in a rush to go anywhere, allowing myself to unwind in the stillness, to feel the sunshine, to listen to my thoughts. I hope you find a moment this weekend to do the same.