I Feel Free

Kevin moved out today. It was sad, but things went smoothly. I took a long shower, used up all the hot water, and suddenly realized I could buy my favorite soap and bubble bath. I no longer have to defend my girly habits.

During lunch, I suddenly realized I didn't have to settle for BBQ flavored chips anymore. I can buy the flavor I like and there's no man here to turn up his nose.

As I cleaned the kitchen, it occurred to me that I now have less cooking to do, thus less dishes to wash and less groceries to buy. Then I realized my laundry basket would stop filling up so fast.

When I come home night, I won't have to be quiet because there won't be anyone asleep. I can take another shower, bang around in the kitchen, and watch tv.

I am no long obligated to report my whereabouts. I don't have to tell anyone where I'm going. It is perfectly okay to flirt. I can sit right here in front of this computer all day and no one will whine for my attention.

I can watch 'Bones' and 'Celeberity Ghost Stories.' I can read uninterrupted. I can set up a full altar in the living room and it will remain undisturbed. I may get out my Marilyn Monroe pictures to remind myself that I can be classy or brazenly nude and either way is fine, but both at the same time is fun. Heck, being that I am a single woman living alone in the country, I may sunbathe topless.

I can hog the pillows, sleep in the middle of the bed, and wrap the covers around me burrito style. Finally, I can sleep as long as I need to without setting the alarm for Kevin to go to work, then resetting it so I can take insulin.

I can now wear any length of skirt. I might skip wearing a bra sometimes. My hair doesn't have to be styled to anyone's liking but mine.

I can sit on the porch, strumming my guitar all night. I don't have to explain my sewing projects. I can cook what I like to eat. I can wear the perfume Kevin hates.

I can do anything in the world I want to do. I can't wait to get started.