Alone

Guys - I'm actually enjoying having the house to myself.

Since college I have lived with six different people in a variety of different configurations and I have, on multiple occasions, been left with my abode empty. And I usually hate it. I mean: HATE it.

The first time Mona left me alone at the Manor I made Nils (Nils!) come stay with me so I wouldn't be alone.

The second time I made Jack come over and watch a movie every night until I was half asleep.

The third time I had Daniel come over.

When I lived with Chelsea and Maria, I was left alone once: I made Alan come over for both days.

When Charlie moved in everyone left at Christmas time and I got strep throat/scarlet fever and locked myself in my room for the entire time I was there.Before I got sick I made Andrew come and stay with me the night before he drove to CA, so I wouldn't be alone. And once I was sick, I stayed with Cameron and Kailyn for my last night in town, to have someone drive me to the airport and to take care of me.

And now here I am, nine months later, and I am at night two alone at Albert Hall and I am LOVING it. I really am! Last night I stayed up until 2am cleaning the house and fixing the oven and the kitchen chairs. I listened to the Weepies and drank tea and didn't wear any pants. Tonight I had some friends over for dinner and no one bothered us and now I am curled up on my couch, ready to watch some Sons of Anarchy. The house is clean, quiet, and empty. But peaceful empty, not menacing empty. I'm not afraid or uncomfortable or anxious this time. It's just me. In my house. Doing my own thing. With no one else around. And it's lovely.

Guys - does this mean I'm becoming a grown up?