Shhh... you're all alone....

Alone. Ah, alone. Can you think of the last time that you've spent more than 6 hours alone? (With the exception of sleeping for my single friends) It's not something we do a whole lot. We go to school, we go to work, we spend time with friends, we talk to our spouses... well, you do, not me so much. I will now turn to the I form to avoid such a mistake again...

I live at home. Yes, almost 23 and at home. And I LOVE it. I've been the only one in the house for around 8 years now. I lived in Orem for the first 4 years of school, but now reside in the basement of my parent's beautiful home. Because it's just me and the 'rents, no siblings, no roommates, I get to spend a fair amount of time alone. Now I'm talkin' just me hanging out doing homework, watching Glee or Boy Meets World, making some din din, solving word puzzles, and such. But as I do these things my Mom and Dad are around. I get to talk to them a lot. I talk to people at work and school all day, then I come home at night and talk to my parents and friends. Generally, I do a lot of talking in the day. I like this. I like to talk. It feels normal.

My parents have been in St. George since Wednesday. It's a frequent thing for them to do. My parents travel quite a bit, and go to St. George all the time. Consequently, I get to spend a good amount of time in the house alone. And I like it.

I spent much of this weekend in a stationary state. I hurt my foot in my dance class at school, and had to elevate and ice and compress and what not. As I did this, I caught up on my reading for my literature classes. I had a total of 3 1/2 novels to complete this weekend. After about 5 hours of this on Thursday, I started to not feel normal, and I started to wonder if my voice worked anymore. I had to call a friend to make sure. It did, and does. On Friday, after about 4 hours, I just fell asleep, cause I was bored. On Saturday, the silence was relieved by a night at work, and P.S. I Love You when I got home. And today, after church, the silence begins again. I've gotten to the point where I'm blending normal and abnormal... and talking to myself out loud has set in. (Just to make sure my voice still works, and to increase my insanity...)

I really like to be alone. I think it's refreshing and it keeps me in tune with me. But right now, I might be too in tune with me. Stop talking to yourself Rach... it's not normal...