I’ve loved reading all your replies and have been encouraged to see that so many understand. Nansnet and Woollywoman are right on the money in understanding my feelings!
It’s not a case of getting time to myself by ‘escaping’ my home…I have never wanted or felt the need to ‘escape’, as I already get out a lot, between walking my dogs, meeting with friends, going to yoga classes etc…none of these are the same thing at all!
I am a real home bird, and don’t even feel the need to go away on holidays, particularly with all my animals to think about. I have always loved my home, been very happy to potter about there, and always find plenty to keep me busy, and I have loved having my family around me. In fact, when my second son flew the nest for the first time, it almost killed me…my heart actually hurt with the loss, and it took a long time to adjust to him not being close by. Now I see him often, even though he’s a short flight away. He has just bought a house with his lovely girlfriend who loves to visit us too, but each time they are ‘home’, I realise more and more that he has his own life with her now, which is how it’s meant to be I guess, and I’m very happy for them. I love the anticipation of them coming to stay, but I also am ready, as are they, for when they leave again…it’s just a different dynamic now. I suppose I wish the same for my oldest son, but there is no sign of him flying the nest…youngest is still studying, and is on placements, so he comes and goes. I guess it’s hard to balance the longing for a house full of noise and family, against the craving for that quiet feeling of having the place to yourself for a while…it is, as so many have said, ‘bliss’. Thank you to those who get what my post was about 🤍🤍