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Home alone. Eight days with just me here in The House in the Woods.
I have been looking forward to this. I love solitude. Silence.
But now, one hour after Terje left (Marta alsready leaft a few days ago), I wander restlessly around. The house feels so big. So quiet. I strive to find myself here.
In a couple of hours I´ll walk over to our church.
Our new deacon will start today. I have been looking forward to this for a long time.
Then I will walk back home, probably take a detour to look at gardens in the neighbourhood.
Back home, I plan to make a rosemary focaccia for lunch, the rosemary out in the garden is growing so nicely.
I have a new book to start, some letters to write, music to listen to.
Soon I will be used to the solitude.
I will love it.
Embrace it.
Drink every drop of it.
And at the end of the 8 days I will count the hours, then minutes till I have my beloved ones back home.
But now,
well, I think it is time for breakfast.
And as it is drip, drip, dripping outside,
the greenhouse has to be my breakfast room.
