Hi Dionne… Our stories are published next to each other, and your title caught my eye. Eight years ago I moved from Los Angeles to San Diego to be closer to one of my daughters who received an athletic scholarship to play tennis at S.D.S.U. I left another daughter and several close friends when I chose to make the move with my then fiancee. We married after a year and then divorced after three. At first I was afraid to be alone in my house in an unfamiliar neighborhood, but after just a few months, I began to enjoy having a quiet house to myself.
I have always cherished my alone time. In fact, after being busy with friends and family, it was a relief to be by myself. But this is different. For the last three and a half years I have been ninety-five percent alone — meaning I stay home by myself (and dog) all day and night six days a week. Not only do I not feel lonely, but I have never been happier. In fact, when my daughter is here for dinner on Monday nights, I find myself looking forward to being alone again. I will see her again on Saturday evening when we go out to dinner and look forward to that, but in the meantime, I will write, read, go on social media, watch news programs and a little television. I will also spend time doing absolutely nothing. Just reflecting. Often times I will find that an hour or two have passed when I have done nothing but sit still and think.
“Aloneness” is wonderful. Loneliness is another thing.