There With Me

When I dream up my future, I see a small farm. Golden retrievers and chickens, a garden, a body of water nearby. Maybe a ski boat. A small cottage, a dreamy kitchen, an office to write and edit. A Porsche slant nose and a Defender in the garage. Long walks and slow cups of coffee.

But no one else is there anymore. It’s just me.

The older I get, the more I find myself wanting to be alone. Somewhere protected and safe. I’m very good at being alone. I’m prone to isolating.

But I don’t want to want that.

I still want a life with people I adore. Friends. A partner. People there with me.