I am the only one home.

This almost never happens. Coming home to an empty house is somewhat amazing. Living with six other people means there’s always at least one person here to talk to. I like my alone time, but I feel like I get enough of that on the bus to and from work. I’ve never been too comfortable being completely alone. There are definitely times I need to sit and just be me, with only my thoughts to keep me company. Now is not one of those times. I need noise, movement. I need to get out of here for now.