Julie is away at a business meeting, Kaylee is back at CMU, and I am home by myself, and it's storming outside. I mean it's really storming. It's dark. There's thunder, lightning, the whole thing.
It's storming, and I suddenly realize that I'm a little bit scared. At first, the thought of that seemed silly, but then I remembered that I haven't been alone, not really alone, in over 30 years.
I will talk about this in my memoir, but after Platt College, I will pretty much always live with someone else. I can't remember the last time that I was alone in the house in a thunderstorm.
It's not like I am cowering in the corner or anything. It's just this weird feeling of insecurity. Even when it was just me and Kaylee, I was there to comfort her, and that act comforted me. It made me feel strong.
So, alone, in a storm, for the first time in over 30 years. It feels weird.
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