“The Other Room” (Debbie’s soon-to-be-old house, Charlotte, North Carolina)

I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. . . I must have time alone in which to mull over any encounter, and to extract its juice, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it. (May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude)