I am home. I am finally home, in my little place, all to myself. The phone hasn't rung once. I finished my novel this morning, as well as a movie. I finally showered at 4 O'Clock. And I am getting ready to sit down with another. I don't know yet how I am adjusting to all of this, and I don't know how in depth I want to get into it.

I just want to start.

I feel in some ways that I have neglected myself physicially for the past few months. Poor sleeping, inadequate eating, and little to no mental stimulation. So in that vein I am loving this time alone. The time to give my body what it wants and so desperately needs. In college, I would call this time "pushing the reset button". I would sleep and eat on my schedule, give myself time to read and watch movies at my leisure and every now and then venture outside for sunshine and air. After these times I would feel how I would become hungry for interaction again; ready to learn and be a part of the world. Today feels like the same experience, and it has been close to three years since I have done this: holing myself up in my place.

At first I was practically admonishing myself for not doing something more. For not going outside. For not calling my loved ones. And then I remembered that it is okay to have a break, a sabbatical if you will.

So, excuse me as I return back to my seclusion. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.