I Like to Hide, Sometimes

Sometimes, I just do not like to be found. That may sound strange, but, I don't. This weird tendency of mine goes back for years and years.

There were times in college where I would sneak away from my dorm to my great uncle Sonny's house behind the stadium, and make a fire and cookies and sit there. No one knew the number there and I didn't have a cell phone back then. It was great to get away from the dorm and just sit.

I hated hearing the sound of flip-flops and shower caddy's making the trip to the shower. I hated the sound of the industrial toilet flush. I probably hated those sounds even more after a girl on my floor confessed that she would pee in the showers (don't worry, I always wore shower shoes).

Until I became dependent upon one, I didn't have a cell phone for years. The thought of someone being able to call me anywhere felt kind of like an invasion of privacy, or something. Now, I never leave home without it. Maybe falling in love changes that. You want to be found then. Being a mother changes that too. Sometimes, as a mother, you still don't want to be found, but you have to be and you get over it.