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Life in the fast lane...

In which I discuss the merits of being a bachelor.

There is something nice about being by one's self. It does get a bit lonely. But there's no pressure to get things done, no one else's agenda to which you must adhere. No schedule but your own. You come and go as you please. You eat what you like, when you like, if you like. Or not. You sleep when you wish, and if you still have to get up for work, you do so without worrying whether or not you're disturbing someone else. There's no conversation, which I miss - I do love a good conversation - but you can talk to people at work or church. And when you're home you may just have quiet. You may watch or read what you wish. You can lay around all day and just take it easy. Or you may work at your own pace on projects that interest you. All in all, it's rather pleasant.

And it all ends on Thursday when I go pick up the fam in Oregon. And I will probably feel much more complete.

I guess all I'm trying to say is that I enjoy time by and to myself. I'm ok with being alone. I'm not antisocial. I like people. I just like myself, too. And even if I'm a bit lonely, I am ok.

I am interested to see how my family likes this place. We are used to a rural kind of environment, so it shouldn't be that big of a shock. Morgan is a lovely place, and it's not far to get to things and places one would like to go. Our house is newish and comfortable, if a bit boring. Overall, it should be a very pleasant transition.

Here's hoping anyway. :)

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