Adjusting

I’m settling back into a mode I’m familiar with, but is still new. John’s gone for work until the end of March. It’s amazing the little changes that loom big. Like when I use the bathroom in the master suite, I can turn on the light in the bedroom. I’d trade it in a heartbeat for having him in the bed to crawl in and snuggle with, naturally. I’m also prone to staying up later, at least at first. Part of it is that I can tell myself he wouldn’t be in bed anyway when I head in for sleep, but a big part is just old-fashioned insomnia.

It’s clichéd as all hell, but there really is a piece of me that’s missing right now, and it’ll take a while to get over the vague feeling of something just not right and settle into enjoying the time on my own.

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