Someone to come home to. What a novel idea.
Why didn’t I think of this sooner?
Singlehood and I have been a haphazard pair going on 13 years next month. Twice I seriously tried to cut bait and try a new, real, partner but neither of us were ready. So, we have rabbleroused and raised my child, and found distractions like writing and helping when extra hands are needed, and insomnia, and maybe a few dark nights – home alone – of too much wine and not enough folly–only moderation of both are considered healthy distractions.
As my final train approaches my ‘home’ station on Long Island, I know the house will be quiet. Empty…and for all the other times I wished for a moment of peace between agendas, I wish it were going to be boisterous or even just small “Hi there.”
Someone to come home to.
They should write a song.