I am in a motel in the middle of Indiana; alone for the first time in two weeks. It feels strange, but I’m enjoying it. I always have mixed feelings about being with other people; I love it, but I also love being alone.
I spent my first week in Chicago at Sandy’s home and visited with most of my family and friends. All week I had the feeling my father was waiting to see me. This morning, I again spent time with family; feeling as I left that I was going to see my dad. Strange how I almost feel like I am revisiting my childhood each time I return. Here I am, the matriarch of the family and I return to childhood.
None of this happens when I am in Pittsburgh. There I am just another old lady, attending classes and still trying to organize my workspace.