Simple, right? Very normal. Very hum-drum and ho-hum. But it's mine. I'm no longer under the heavy hand of someone else's control. I get to do things I like to do. If I want to watch tv in the living room on the good tv, I don't have to wait until someone's done playing Call of Duty. If I never want to make another meatloaf again, I don't have to. If I never want to smell fish or grow and pick and slice okra again, I don't have to. When the boys are with their dad, if I want to wear nothing but a tshirt and fuzzy socks and slide all over the tile, I can. If I want to stay up till midnight watching tv or reading or staring at the moon sucking on a rock, I can. I never once lived alone after I graduated. I went straight from my parent's house to living with Mike.
For the first time in my adult life at the ripe young age of
...except for that sliding around in my fuzzy socks thing.