I am a very solitary person. I enjoy time to myself and would definitely call myself an introvert. Even when I was a kid my grandpa said I was the easiest baby because I'd just sit in my crib quietly playing for hours. What can I say. I like my own headspace.
My husband is very accepting of this and will give me time alone when I need it. I feel like meeting Joe at a young age and having kids saved me from becoming a true loner. I really got lucky with them.
My favorite type of solitude is one surrounded by company, which probably comes from wandering the woods at my grandpa's farm while the house was lit with smoke came from the chimney and I could hear laughter from the creek.
I often have good dreams of a huge house filled with activity, people hustling in the kitchen and playing games, and finding a reading nook away from the house to settle in for a while before going back out to the gathering.
