I spend a lot of time being idealistic and thinking about what’s possible. The catch is that I think too much and act too little. Lately I’ve been realizing that part of my unhappiness is that I have no one to share my life with. (yep, that’s a preposition ending my sentence.) When I was growing up, I had my brother. In college, my roommates. But for the past 4 years, I’ve been living completely on my own. It definitely has its perks, but as time goes on, I miss having someone to come home to and chat with. Someone to wake up to and chat with. Someone to watch the same program on television and share commentary. Someone to cook with, eat with, and do dishes for. I love my alone time but it seems far less fulfilling.


I battle with this too, Katie. Emmy can only fill so much of the void, seeing as how she can’t talk (except when barking at the TV). But after dealing with Kyler for 2 years, I’m really enjoying my independence. I think I’ll want someone to share my evenings with someday… but for now, Emmy is just fine with me. If you ever get lonely we can always meet at Tommy’s for vodka!