Normalcy, Webster’s Dictionary defines it as:
“the state or fact of being normal, a return to normalcy after war.”

Dictionary.com defines it as:
“the quality or condition of being normal, as the general economic, political, and social conditions of a nation; normality:
After months of living in a state of tension, all yearned for a return to normalcy.”

Synonyms for the word include: “normality; ordinariness; uniformity.”

Why am I starting this article off like this? That’s an excellent question. Unknown to most people, my girlfriend, the love of my life, has been traveling the country for the last three weeks.

I’ve been a bachelor for the entire time, sleeping in an empty and cold bed. Frankly, it sucked. I missed her, and now she’s back. Whoo Hoo!

Now, some of you out there could think that I could live the bachelor life, the single life. You could believe that I looked for opportunities to party, go drinking at bars, even picking up women. I’m sorry to disappoint you. I didn’t.

I will say that my close friends and family kept an eye on me, inviting me to visit, come for dinner, and otherwise make sure I wasn’t lonely. Their efforts, while appreciated, failed. I missed her too much. She is a part of my life that while she was gone, I felt like a fish out of water, a bird with a broken wing. As much as I loved the time to myself, the house felt empty as I walked around.

So, instead, I worked on small projects around the house that I hadn’t yet gotten too. I finished an electrical wiring project that I started just before I suffered my concussion. Now, all I need to complete setting up my studio so that I can set it up are a series of shelving to stack and store my art supplies. Time to go shopping, or building depending which is cheaper, and easier.

Yesterday, she returned, and I took the day off from work so that we could be together and reconnect. What am I going to say? I love the girl.

Honey, my love, I missed you. Don’t you ever do that again. Alright!