Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Human Interaction

Hello Everyone: A rather nice day today, not that I had much of a chance to enjoy it outside of my daily run. At least the wind stopped blowing for now. Since mum's passing, I've become really aware of just how quiet the apartment is. I don't really miss the constant coming and going of people but I do miss seeing other people. When the pandemic started, I didn't experience the kind of isolation that others did. There was mum, her nannies, a visiting nurse,random strangers, and the people in the park. Now it's just random strangers and people in the park, if that. Otherwise I have not contact with another human. When the Business Center was open, I could go there, spend the afternoon, and chat with people. I never thought I'd miss that human interaction but there it is. I've lived alone before but I could always sense (literally and figuratively) people around me. When I look out my window, I see the lights in the other apartments but is anyone really home? I think I just saw someone. I sometimes wish someone would text me to find out if I'd like to get together with them, maybe come by with dinner. I wouldn't say no. I guess the pandemic has isolated a lot of people who crave human interaction. Changing the subject, I've been thinking about what to do with the apartment. Now that my rent's been reduced, I can think about fixing it up to make it more my space than mum's space. When mum was alive, I used to say it's her house and I just manage it. Now it is my house but it still looks and feels like mum's house. One thing I want to do is get rid of all the junk in mum's room, clean it up, fix it up, and move in. I mentioned it to the BIL last week and he seemed confused by it. As if why would I want to do that and make my current bedroom a work space. Why not? Another thing I finally have to do is set up the kitchen to accommodate me. I have some nice kitchen things from a previous life that I finally want to unpack. What would I do with the mum stuff? Donate it or get rid of it. Anyway, it's dinner time

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