Going it alone

O Nina, Oh Nina, Oh where did you go,
Left all alone, my heart sinks so low.
On the recovery I met someone new,
but it isn't as fun without little you.

After the separation my heart was broken. Confused and alone I tried to catch up on the paper that I thought was due on Friday, but it was not to be.
Still upset I shifted plans and decided to meet with my interviewee, I got in the car and drove. Hitting 80 on cemetery road helped and as I neared the stop sign my mind cleared and I continued into Wolcott.
After the 20 minute drive I arrived at a really cool house. Very small, a picket fence more as a decoration than practical use and a scarecrow witch lady leaning up against one side of the house. I knew this was the place and so I pulled in and parked. The driveway and yard was filled with the sign of children and radiated creativity.
After walking in I met the family, the dad seemed fairly shy and busy with working around the house but Carrol the mom was very nice and easy to talk to. As the conversation continued she answered all the questions I wanted and I told her about the waver and recorder that I would be using next week.
I also connected to the red headed 8 year old very well and as he played on the kitchen table and assembled an A-10 thunderbolt aircraft the hour flew by. I am very happy for calling this family.
While driving back, single life feels so good but as I look ahead to all the daunting tasks, I would love to have someone to lean on.
Two days later it happens, I run into Nina, we discuss the hurdles ahead and decide why go it alone.