Waking Up Alone in the Fixer-Upper (but All Is Well)

I have spent the first night by myself in the fixer-upper house in Spartanburg. We've spent one night here before, which I wrote about in this blog post. But last night it made more sense for me to be here and my spouse in Arden.I'm happy to report that all went well. When I was younger, in my late teens and 20's, I was much more afraid to be the only one sleeping in a house. It's not that I was sleeping in unsafe places--no, they were perfectly nice houses in the suburbs, with several locks on every door.I was not afraid sleeping in the open, as part of a backpacking trip. Of course, I never backpacked by myself.Yesterday was a long, long work day--nothing bad, but lots of responsibilities in one day. I didn't have a chance to do grocery shopping, so this morning, I wondered if there were any bakeries nearby. Lo and behold, I found the Little River Brewing Company just a few miles away. It's a coffee roaster, a cafe, and an outdoor dining/concert space--I went to the Fretwell Street…

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