So, I got a note that ended with a question about whether the single life is all that bad. I don’t really know how to answer that. There are certainly a number of improvements I would make to my single existence. Certainly a huge amount of cash would make it more tolerable by allowing me to buy a house and adopt a dog on my own. I guess I wouldn’t spend much time worrying about how to deal with some sudden costly problem. I guess that I think a surplus of money would free me from the yearning for a teammate who could share the responsibilities and the costs associated with life. I know, such a romantic view I have of relationships. I guess I have seen many relationships that are initiated in romance and later flounder in reality when someone wasn’t so good at being a team player.

At this point in my single life, I don’t feel all that lonely. I feel the opposite most of the time. Currently in my day-to-day life, there seems to be a constant demand for my attention from people who just aren’t in a place to reciprocate. I fear that this has turned me into a nerve-jangled, moody bitch. I think I require a great deal of space that I haven’t been getting. Perhaps that’s what’s drawing me so far away from here. One thing New Mexico has is plenty of space.

I have decided that I had better get used to the single life. Despite the protests of friends and family who “just know” that I will get married, I’m not counting on it. My perspective on that may change if/when I get out of here. In the meantime though, I guess I am fairly content in my freedom.

Love to all.