if you wanna sing out...

It's strange. Being one of six kids you'd think that I'd need to be around people 24-7. I thought that for quite awhile, and I suspect that for a time, having people around was fairly important. You know, coming home from a swing dance filled with people to Jasper used to be somewhat trying. You know, nobody to share the crazy stories of the guys who just couldn't take a hint. And who were interested in dancing just a little too close for comfort. But now...well, I sort of appreciate my alone time. Whether it's coming home and sitting on the sofa with Jasper snuggling up to me, or it's me making a salad or drinking some yummy tangerine Italian soda (fairly cheap and in large quantities over at Whole Foods). Or, if it's me having a little dance party to destress after people meef (read: annoy) me. Don't get me wrong. I like having people around. Having my own place affords the opportunity to have friends who live around the block (you know who you are) to come on over and have some cheese and biscuits or some other such yumminess. And my sistas are just around the corner; helano in her fancy new condo in chinatown. not a hop, skip, and a jump, granted, but still only about 10-15 minutes walking. So hey, it's a bit like the best of both worlds. People are here when I want them here, people are around the corner so I can go harass them, and people aren't here when I'm about my alone time. Not a bad setup, really.