Missing
I think a small degree of cabin fever was beginning to set in recently on the home front. Frustration and repetition were becoming the order of the day. But the other day my girlfriend and the kid went to the sticks to visit some of her friends for almost the entire day. Within a few hours of coming home I began to miss them. It’s funny how that works. You go for so long sharing the space wishing for some time to yourself and when you finally get it you find yourself wondering what the others are up to.
Don’t get me wrong, I still really appreciate any time I get to myself.
It kind of reminds me of McCoy’s comments in V, “it’s a mystery to me what draws us together. All that time in space - getting on each other’s nerves. And what do we do when shore leave comes along? We spend it together.”
I despise platitudes but it’s an example of absence making the heart grow fonder. Gah. It’s so trite. I feel dirty.
