Dear Fanny,
Charles is gone for the weekend back to Austin, and I’m realizing how rarely I’m alone these days. Of course, Sebastian, newest furry member of our family, is here with me, awkwardly curled into a ball by the door where I might accidentally take him for another walk. But this (5 days, 4 nights) is the longest that Charles and I have been apart in over a year. Literally.
Most days, I hover around the intersection of introversion and extroversion, getting surprisingly more people-oriented the older I get, and I certainly have moments where I think I will have to punch someone in the face if I can’t be alone for awhile, but it’s weird to suddenly have the apartment to myself. It’s cool enough to have the windows wide open, and the trees are blustering around; the weird pinging noise that is a fixture of the Greenpoint industrial scene is all I hear above the leaves brushing violently against the windows.
I thought I’d immediately pull out my mat this morning, what with all this unlimited space to practice in, but instead, I’m sitting at the table as usual: drinking my tea and wondering just how silent I can be.
xo,
Caitlin