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Early on home was family. Home was belonging.
Home was happiness though sometimes trouble ...
Now 'home' is alone.
When I depart work I head straight for that solitude of my little humble acre in West Columbia. I try to maintain some semblance of upkeep in an effort to make it as pleasant a destination as possible.
But still my isolation provides a modicum of rest from those stressors associated with the workaday world. It's a difficult matter to associate loneliness with a break from the hectic schedule of the workday ... But that's what it is.
People try to engage me in various social situations that I rebuff and it's a severe reaction borne of poor choices in friends to the point that anymore I simply cannot be bothered.
My extreme lifestyle may change as life is not a static entity but evolves in the ever changing ebb and flow of comings and goings in day to day living.
I keep my options open but I'm not expecting any earth shattering changes.