For the first time I’m sharing a whole and completed part of myself. At Home, Alone has been on my heart and mind for a very long time and I am so grateful and absolutely ecstatic about sharing my brainchild with you all. With much introspection, purging, and source energy, Ive managed to deliver. At home, Alone Is dedicated to my one and only, Solitude. I’ve concluded that my universe is and has been internal. It’s always been solitude and I in an infinite union. In solitude is where I learned to love myself and love others cautiously; where I allowed myself to feel the darkest emotions, and where I also received grace. Rarely have I truly felt lonely being the youngest of 3,  but the air of neglect was apparent, forcing me inward. In hindsight, I was the only person I can depend on. Catching up with a friend of mine, I expressed my plan to step outside of myself and to allow others to look at me in the face, Maybe even trust someone. It led us down a rabbit hole of self improvement and making promises to not only our future selves, but our inner child. Now in my 24th year of life, solitude and I are still going strong but we’ve made room for others. Still very shy, I’m allowing myself one last party alone. I wanted At Home, Alone to be an utterance of my experiences living in a world where it’s just me, myself, and I, and the joy of being at home, alone.