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My parents have been gone for four days. They'll be gone for about eleven more. Twelve more? I don't even know.
It's been nice, albeit a bit lonesome. Not in a way that I wish I had people around me, but in the way that I like having someone to come home to at night to just chat idley about the day with.
Actually, yesterday and today I've pretty much holed up with myself (and the bird, of course) and it's been oddly nice. There's something so domestically satisfying about cooking dinner, eating with the bird, cleaning up the dishes, taking a nice after dinner walk, putting the bird to sleep, and the climbing into bed and turning on the 11 o'clock news. Or, preferably, The Daily Show, when it's on. I don't think it's the domesticity of the activities as much as the independance associated with taking care of myself and the house.
But now, plants need to be watered.
It's been nice, albeit a bit lonesome. Not in a way that I wish I had people around me, but in the way that I like having someone to come home to at night to just chat idley about the day with.
Actually, yesterday and today I've pretty much holed up with myself (and the bird, of course) and it's been oddly nice. There's something so domestically satisfying about cooking dinner, eating with the bird, cleaning up the dishes, taking a nice after dinner walk, putting the bird to sleep, and the climbing into bed and turning on the 11 o'clock news. Or, preferably, The Daily Show, when it's on. I don't think it's the domesticity of the activities as much as the independance associated with taking care of myself and the house.
But now, plants need to be watered.