So far, I have rearranged the furniture and reorganized Derek's office. I know he will be pleased to read this. I then decided it was time to accept that I was going it alone for the next few days. I put on my big-girl flip flops and went to the beach. After a lovely sunset, I am back. I am in, what Bridget has termed, my pre-jamas. I am going to think about a girl dinner, like raw vegetables, cheese and crackers and ice cream. I am finishing my blogging. I find it funny that a noun I had never used until a few days ago, has become a verb I use frequently.
So I am going to spend a few days getting familiar with solitude. I have no real ties on this island. Yet. I have beer and wine. I don't expect any great epiphanies. I do however think it is a good time to "find" myself. With a tub of Haagan Daz, I expect I will be finding myself in my kick-ass kitchen.