I’ve moved into my own place! Only been here a week, and it’s been weird.
I keep expecting people to come home in the evenings. I’m always waiting to hear my door open and have someone come up the stairs. I’m making dinner now and I hope I won’t make too much. Shopping for just me was an experience. What I had didn’t even fill half the cart. It just looked wrong. There wasn’t enough food there, to my eye.
The nights are the worst. I lock up, and just sit here in the living room with the TV and all the silence. There are people I could call, but I don’t want to bother them. What can I say to them? “Hey, chat with me because it’s creepy for me being up here with only me.”? No.
So because the nights are weird, I don’t sleep very well. I wake up every hour, and I have to get up early for work anyway. I have tea and I drink it, but still.
And the dreams…well, the dreams are another post.