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Super Secret Single Behavior

This weekend I was on  my own, and I noticed two things.
1. My house feels empty with just me and the pets.
2. My house feels empty with just me and the pets.

Now, I know those two things are the same, but they mean very different things. See, my house never felt empty to me when I lived by myself, and now, it feels empty as if something was missing. Even Sami, the dog, looked around wandering what was missing before jumping into my arms and snuggling down for a nap.

On the other hand, the emptiness felt lovely. Things I had done before living with someone came back to me. Things like lounging in bed longer than usual, not cleaning the kitchen immediately after eating, staying in pajamas, not washing my hair for two days, going to the bathroom with the door open, not brushing my teeth immediately after waking up, and simply just melting into the couch, watching all my shows I never get to watch and becoming a part of the couch for an evening. (For the record I blame this on the cold front we just had.)

If there was a mess it was my mess. If there was a crumb it was my crumb. I remembered an episode of Sex and the City when Carrie was moving in with Aiden and she was afraid of her super secret behavior being found out. I laughed at this. What makes this funny is that for the most part my super secret behavior is shared. Well, not the door open or teeth brushing biz, but it shouldn't have felt so secret.

But, the moral of this I suppose is that super secret single behavior is needed. It's the me time to the we time and it keeps me sane. (and everyone else I'm sure). So here's to not brushing your teeth! (only for a little while though)


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