This weekend I'm going to a wedding of some friends in Texas. I am so excited to take a little mini-break, it's almost unreal. I am one of those people that definitely have a little travel bug implanted somewhere in their body. I love my home, and I feel as if I appreciate it all the more after I spend a few days/weeks/months away.

It's getting stranger and stranger each wedding I attend. There is a huge part of me that craves that sort of commitment and security, not to mention, soulmate, yet, there is always a moment after the wedding where I think, *phew* I can now go grab a drink and not have to share. They always say that sharing is caring. But when it comes down to some of my most private things, I'm not sure if I would want to share it.

For example, one of my favorite things to do after I wake up is pump music on my stereo, drink an iced coffee, and hop in the shower while singing along to Kelly Clarkson (who has dominated my CD players for the past month). Do I neccessarily want to give that up? I don't think so...not at this point in my life.

There is the complete flip side of that though. Most specifically when I am falling asleep.

Living by myself in a rural town, I don't fall asleep easily when I am hearing strange sounds from the exterior of my house. I think of every scenario, from murderers to horses to perhaps the weather. It can take me hours to fall asleep. Now that I have a queen-size bed, there is a huge space that I don't take up, considering that I was raised on a twin and can sleep inside of a Pringle can.

So, at times, I take pillows or blankets and nuzzle against them as I would to a human being. I don't think it is too strange, but rather, I'm just simulating companionship to help myself feel even just a little bit less lonely.

Right now, I value my morning routines more than having a partner in my bed. But how long will that trend continue?

I wish that I knew that answer.

So, if you happen to think of me sometime this weekend, raise a glass to the single woman going to a wedding by herself--even though Kelly is in her head and a Long Island Iced Tea is in her ring-less hand.