Alone

I spent yesterday evening alone. And I enjoyed it. I had relished the prospect of a quiet evening and had looked forward to it really as I was travelling home on the bus. I liked the quietness of the house, the stillness. I made dinner for myself, read the newspapers, uploaded photos on Facebook, read a little and felt sorry when my husband came back.

Was that unusual, I wonder, liking this solitude and being quiet? Would I like it if this was the situation every day? Or did I like it only because I had had a lot of social interaction during the day?