Anonymity = Privacy
Jan. 1st, 2005 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterRight now, when I'm at home, I don't have a moment's rest from people. It's driving me nut (as a former employer used to say), and reminding me of being in Boston, where I used to run off to the Someday for quiet--mental quiet, not acoustic quiet--and a break from the press of people.
It used to be different at home. When C left for college, and sytharin's room was on the main floor, I could disappear upstairs and have several hours to myself. Things were even different for the last summer I spent here, in the basement room, probably because I had internet access and music available in my own private space. Come to think of it, I didn't spend much time hanging around the house that summer anyway.
Right now, it seems as though my mother's music and L chase me wherever I go, and while I want to be home, to hang out with my kitten, the strings that are attached are forcing me right back out. I'm in a borrowed room, filling borrowed space that I have little control over. And I'll end there for now.
It used to be different at home. When C left for college, and sytharin's room was on the main floor, I could disappear upstairs and have several hours to myself. Things were even different for the last summer I spent here, in the basement room, probably because I had internet access and music available in my own private space. Come to think of it, I didn't spend much time hanging around the house that summer anyway.
Right now, it seems as though my mother's music and L chase me wherever I go, and while I want to be home, to hang out with my kitten, the strings that are attached are forcing me right back out. I'm in a borrowed room, filling borrowed space that I have little control over. And I'll end there for now.
