Housemate started his long waited trip to a stylo mylo city and I started my journey living all alone for a week. Am so used to having people around me, staying alone in a quite empty space makes me a little uneasy.
As the day wraps up, I packed and left office thinking what to do, what to think and what to eat for the rest of the night. I did everything in slow motion; find whatever I need to do around the house and dragging every activity just to fill up the night. I can be that helpless coming to being alone. Strange statement when it comes from me who enjoy shopping alone and travelling alone. The difference is I can expect someone at home whenever I go home from either a short or a long trip.
So I changed all the beddings then prepare dinner (even get things chopped up for tomorrow’s dinner), did 2 loads of laundry, clean the kitchen floor then a unusual long shower starting with the beauty regime and end with scrubbing the bathroom wall tiles. After all these, there are still quite a few hours to go before my bedtime. Wouldn’t take my chance to sleep early for I dread to wake up in the middle of the night and remember that I am sleeping all alone in the house. Then I started my crazy motion of checking my phone every 10 minutes yearning that someone will think of me. Eventually someone called, we talked, that helped to kill a good half an hour.
Only couple of hours left to kill, did some yoga posses hoping that they will enhance my sleep. Or even tired me out so I could sleep soundly. The theory of living alone scares me, which is pretty new to myself and my thought started to wonder far far away. Will I ever get use to this?? I wonder. If not, I would have no idea how to survive my elder years with little family members and no companion or offspring. Probably the worst thing to be thinking of just before bed time….
I look forward to sunrise and thank goodness it is working day.
