Some nights you are home alone and rocking it. You walk the dog, eat a salad, and revel in your brief foray into singledom. You binge watch your favorite shows and barely notice the echoing silence in your home.
Some nights you cry while talking to your husband as you drive home. Missing him hurts and you’re tired of doing it. The future of night shifts and opposite schedules and too much alone time looms over you. It’s all you can do to get in the door, poor a drink, and fill the empty hours.
Some nights you bask in staying up late. Your schedule is so flexible that you keep hours far beyond what’s socially normal. You almost frolic in being awake for hours after the rest of the world has dropped into slumber.
Some nights the loneliness closes in on you when you least expect it. You aren’t even home and everyone you know is asleep. You miss heart to heart talks and just having someone on the other end of the line. The tv fills the room with sound that is void of the soul you desperately crave.
Some nights you delight in all the places you’ve called home over the last few years. You remember all of the highs and happiness with friends. The photos elicit smiles, laughter, and so many memories. Nothing can ever be empty because you are so full of a life well lived.
Some nights you are so homesick that it hurts. The silence is oppressive and even the dog won’t cuddle you. You miss places you’ll probably never see again and people that are scattered all around the world. Gathering them all together will never happen, so you will always miss someone and somewhere. Because you aren’t missing certain places or people, you’re missing the way they made you feel.
Some nights are easy. Some nights are impossibly hard. And they all come together to make up this messy reality we call life.