What about writing?

Really in the zone when I'm writing, I have no awareness of my surroundings. Nothing fazes me and no one can break me from my stride when I'm writing. My niece, bless her heart, crying her lungs out, I have no response. My brother walking across the house to calm her does nothing for me. I can only sit and type. Typing is a form of release for me. A very welcome release at that. I almost feel bad about not taking care of my niece, but, she's not my child. I ran into some people from middle school today. Talk about strange. Amazingly enough, only one person ended up talking to me out of that whole group. Oh well. It's still just strange seeing these people. I'm glad the direction my life has taken me. A part of me is happy that I got out of the sink trap called the tri-cities, but another part of me wishes I had stayed and kept in contact with some of these people. Not the ones I ran into today, but others. People who were my friends in high school, who I haven't heard from in ages.