I’m amazed by how tired I am by the end of my days this week. Tonight, I could have skipped dinner and gone straight to bed at 6:30 PM.

I have another long week ahead of me with no actual days of rest in between. Saturday and Sunday I’ll be in the car for at least 8 hours a day, picking up my dog and bringing him home.

It’s okay though. There will be time to rest later.

I am a little bit afraid of what happens when my mother leaves. There is a part of me that is looking forward to having this place to myself and a part of me that is dreading it. I have been enjoying coming home to someone and spending my evenings with someone. It’ll be strange to be alone again. To be alone for the first time here.

I hope by then to have created a place–a home–that I love being in. Someplace where I can relish spending my time without wanting for too much else. At least for one weekend. A place where I can stretch out, relax, and remember to breathe. I keep forgetting to breathe.