Bill has taken the kids away for a road-trip. I am home alone for multiple consecutive days and it’s like a miracle. I have not experienced solitude in my own home for more than seven years. I am cooking curry, taking a bath, playing music, having evening walks at a fast pace, reading books in long sittings, watching films with adult concepts in the middle of the day, and waking up in my own time.
But today I receive a call from the children and right away my daughter bursts into tears. She is missing me, it feels like too much she says. Only two more days, I console her, and you’ll feel happy again later today, this is just a wave. Then I suddenly recognise the emotion and its source that I am carrying about with me in all my glorious alone time – sadness.