Sleeping Alone

For the past couple of weeks I have been working on moving into a new condo and starting a new job. Yesterday was my first day. The job is one I have had in the past and some of the things that I will be doing are slowly coming back to me as I do them. I think the transition from unemployment for the past 2 years to working will go smoothly.

Last night was my first night in the condo alone. I had stayed there before with Mom in the second bedroom. It never occurred to me to be 'nervous' about it until someone had asked me if I was. Well, I wasn't, not really. I didn't have any concerns about people breaking in or jump at any odd noises. Those feelings I got when I  went 'away' to college the first time. 

When I went to college, I lived at home because we were with 30 miles of the school. I did get those feelings when I went for the long weekend orientation program. No matter the number of times I spent the night at my friends houses prepared me for spending the weekend in a cold, cement block room with no personality, can you say jail cell without bars. After that experience, I think I was glad I didn't 'live in'.