By Jennis Hemingway • November 26, 2010•Writers in Residence
I can’t explain how delighted and pleased I am to have the house to myself. My husband and children left two days ago to drive ten-hours and spend the holiday with his family. They will be gone for five full days. As a 3rd year law student, with final exams and papers due in the next few weeks, my family knew I couldn’t spare the time to join them. Although I have been studying, writing, and wasting little time, so much feels different.
I can do as I choose without feeling guilty- or at-least worried. There is no one to be bothered about my choices- no one to judge my actions or expect things from me. No one to demand or strongly request that I do something- now, soon, before Friday. I don’t have to alter my behavior to please another. I can be me. Five full days to schedule my life as I want. I don’t remember this joy since I lived alone in my twenties.
It makes me wonder whether there is something not right about me. Shouldn’t I be concerned about why I don’t want to be around people, especially my family, over the Thanksgiving holiday? Why do I prefer to write papers and prepare for final exams instead of celebrate with family and friends? Is it law school, age, or just me?