I have a surprise for everyone: I don’t fall apart when my husband goes out on the road. Nor do I consider my decision to stay at home for a day or two “becoming a hermit” and my husband certainly doesn’t “lock me in the house” when he’s gone.
No, I will admit I enjoy my time home alone when he’s on the road. It’s the time in which I throw myself into housekeeping. It’s the time I can focus on my writing. It’s the time I can focus on ME. It is my choice to be home and do my thing.
I have always been a big homebody. It’s only been since I came to the city to live with my husband that I’ve become far more extroverted. My personality has distinctly changed in the last few months, in that I love going out into crowd and I don’t fear walking up to a stranger and talking to them. But, despite that, I do still love being alone. I love books, cleaning house, bubble baths, and just enjoying the home we pay for every month.
Most importantly, I love to write. I am striving to build my career in freelancing, but I can’t do that if I don’t close myself up in my house and WRITE. Doing my writing when my husband is on the road is what allows me to run around with him when he’s home.
We don’t spend that much time at home when he’s off to road. We’ve always got somewhere to be and someone to see. I love that fact. I love my husband. I choose to do “my own thing” when he’s on the road so we CAN spend so much time together.
I treasure this time together. I know that could change any day. His schedule could pick up and he’ll be on the road for weeks at a time. (That’s when I’ll be craving to go out on my own more and more just to break up the monotony of days alone at home.) We could find that I have to go out and get a day job and abandon my freelance writing. And then the time will come when we have kids and things really will change drastically then.
So until that time, I will take each day together and treasure them. And I’ll save the house chores and “me time” for when he’s on the road.