After the monstercrash of my computer, I went out with Ian and Jay to sit on a patio and watch people go by. It’s comforting to know that there are people making sure I get home (by waiting online for me to show up) when there’s no one to come home to. It’s rather nice to know that if I went missing overnight, people would notice quickly.
I imagine it’s some sort of throwback to my teenage years. Mom would always wait for us to get home at night… even if she was in bed, we knew that she was awake and expecting us to come into her room and tell her we were home. It made me feel safe knowing that someone was thinking about me. It still does.
I miss having someone to come home to, though.