I long for solitude.
I fear it.
I will be the first person to live in community but have never fared well with roommates.
I long for silence and yet need the presence of another to keep me safe.
Solitude is complicated.
I need solitude to let my thoughts percolate
And yet, when I my mind is given too much time, it becomes my worst enemy giving into melancholic temptations.
As a mother, I am never quite alone and yet I feel so lonely.
As a wife, I am a musician's widow and I long to see more of my husband but get far more done when he isn't there.
We can't afford to go Paris again as a family. Ben said I should go by myself.