Surprisingly, it's been quite some time since I went out by myself after the boys went to bed (my usual "recharge" time). But tonight while Lou took over the living room for his fantasy football draft, I took myself out. Little stuff—sold some CDs at Strawberries, bought the rest of the boys' fall wardrobe, had a snack and dessert at Denny's. Not your sophisticated night on the town!
But driving home I felt so reenergized! Just being out by myself, shopping without having to stop and say "no!" every couple of minutes, and being out at night, especially, was so nice. Like a return to the old me.
There's just nothing quite like being out at night. Now, shopping in suburbia can't compare to long walks in NYC, but then, nothing really does. (As an aside, I find it interesting how much safer I found walking at night in NY than I have anywhere else. Even in my own neighborhood in quiet little Beverly, I wouldn't feel entirely safe walking at night, but in NY I never felt nervous at all.) Even the air feels different, smells different. Night-time makes me feel alert and awake in a way that's impossible with the sun shining. Reason # 745 why I'm never going to be a morning person!
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