Living in light

One of the first things I do when I wake up in the morning is open my blinds. My windows face east, so as the morning breaks, I watch the sun rise over the building across the street.

I love sunlight. Since I'm not a morning person, it helps me wake up. Function. It makes me happy. And, of course, I can always find Lucy sunning in the windowsill.

There were loads of windows in my ex's house where I lived for way too long until about eight months ago. But he always wanted it dark. Like a cave. He'd bitch about open blinds like he was some vampire who would die if sunlight touched him. As soon as he walked out the door in the morning, I let every bit of light possible into the house so it would be bright while I worked from home. Sometimes I would close everything before he got home to avoid the grief. Sometimes I didn't.

Now I realize he lived in the dark in many ways, but it's not my problem anymore.The grief was worth it to be happy now.

Love to the single girls,
Addison