jackhammer

You know how sometimes you just want to be in your own space? The place you can call your own, that is quiet, tranquil and just so? Where you can turn off the phone ringer, and you can turn off your computer, and there is no one invited in, and you can just be alone in the world untouchable by any outside sources, so you can try to reconnect with yourself?

Well my house is that for me.

Except today, they decided to jackhammer my back steps. Really.

And the peace and tranquility was shattered.

For like 2 hours. Might have been longer, I lost track.

My mother suggested I go to their house, or to the library. But the action of leaving my home and any hope of peace and not being in public, was too much. So I stayed here. Assaulted by the jackhammer.

My mother would have said that's a stupid move. Staying here when I had an opportunity to leave. To go elsewhere. But right now, that action, the action of leaving my safe space, was just insurmountable. My house is supposed to be *my* space. A fortress that no one can penetrate without permission. Except today. When they decided to jackhammer my back steps. As my fortress has been breached nearly daily for the past two weeks as they construct my porch. I am beyond ready for this assault on my space to be over. I need my spot, my one spot, where the chaos settles and recedes, back.

I think it's over now. I see through the window cords being put away. The generator being closed down. Thank god, I think it's over.

Now maybe for some peace and quiet. So I can recuperate from yesterday and begin studying my books for tomorrow's class. Trying to gain enough energy to face tomorrow's treck back to the city and the chaos that creates.