EMPTY
I've been on my own too long to know that I will not mind growing old alone. My nomadic life has trained me for that possibility.
But there are nights like this when I feel the aloneness of going home to an empty apartment. Nothing here but my TV, CD's/DVD's, books and magazines, clothes and shoes, my laptop - and the smiling faces of my family diplayed in my corner table..
I miss my parents. I miss my siblings and nieces and nephews. But the ironic thing is, I rarely give them a call because I don't want to remember that I do miss them... I'm a sad, sad person...