Sunday Morning....

Sunday morning: 09h56. Home alone. I think I can count on one hand the number of Sundays I have been home alone in the last 12 years! Usually Keith and I do something on a Sunday, and before (when I was still a church goer) Sundays would start with church. On that note, I miss church! Now when Keith said he was going away for 3 weeks, my initial thought was YAY, PARTY!!!! Well, let me tell you something: Last night I dropped him at the airport, and I got so emotional that he was going to Europe and the UK for 3 weeks. I was shocked at how emotional I got when we said goodbye! It seems I have a heart after all.....

So day 1 of 21 days! I don't even feel like getting out of bed.... Is this what I've become? A man who cannot be alone? K just sms'd. He's safe in London! I wanna go see my folks today, but I don't smaak the drive to Somerset West alone. Now usually I love driving alone, but coming back to an empty house!!! Seems I love the old ball and chain after all!

So now what! DAMMIT! After looking forward to doing what I want when I want it for 3 weeks, I am now BORED! Any suggestions? Anyone wanna move in for 3 weeks!?!? I have a spare bedroom!

I'm starting to sound like a desperate spinster! It's just strange being alone - and not AT ALL what I expected it to be.... This is a great example of LIFE IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE'RE MAKING OTHER PLANS hey! I was gonna PARTY!!!!! Yeah right. Anyway, I'm gonna go shower now, and then see what the day has in store. A very good friend of mine ALWAYS reminds me that everything happens for a reason, and at the right time! I love my friend!!! So now I must just figure out what I am supposed to learn from being alone for 3 weeks.....

Anyone who wants to socialise, just gimme a call. I am a SOCIAL BUTTERFLY (MOTH) again - well for 3 weeks....