Chaotic Space – Traces Prompt #11

Many times in my life, I’ve shared my basic space.
Yet always I have yearned for my very own place.
 
Rarely have I had a moment’s peace
Only madness anc chaos have I known.
Or would it be better to say
My life is not just my own.

I have a lot of siblings. A lot. I also now have a lot of nieces and nephews (their numbers finally are higher than the numbers of my siblings and I with the twins being born.) No matter what house (or apartment or duplex) I have lived in, there have been people who double up for bedrooms.

(Well, except for that short time (almost 18 months!) where there were only five of us left in my childhood home.)

For all the chaos in my life (and there has been a lot) I don’t know if I’d be able to survive long when nothing is happening and there’s nothing to do. I like being able to work, even if it’s only from home or at home. Though I do know how to spend most of a day with only a lot of people around during the evening. I’d like to think that I’m pretty adaptive, but I do have this thing with my head and neck. I don’t like people to touch them unless it’s okay with me. (History of head and neck injuries here so I’m a little paranoid.)

Either way, I did like writing a short little poem here and then rambling for a bit. This post was inspired by last Thursday’s Traces Prompt from Olianna.