It occurred to me the other night as I was lying in bed. My house is about to get a whole lot more lonely than it ever has been. Both Thomas and Ly are leaving for the summer soon. That’s whatever, not part of the issue. I mean, it is to an extent. That just means that when I come home, there’ll be no one there. Ever. Which is already kind of what happens when I work late, but this will be at all times of the day. I don’t know man, I think I may just go insane.
I’m definitely going to have to figure out something to keep myself busy. It’ll be fun. Not really, I’ll be super fucking lonely. Even more than I am now, if that seems possible. Yeah, I’m gonna be a wreck. It’ll be great. Woo!
And that’s just a reinforcement of how things have been, I haven’t even gotten to the big change. The house is going to be so fucking empty. Not just of people, but of things. Couches, chairs, table, all that is going to their new place. Which leaves me with just the shit that I own. Which is a good amount of stuff, but there’s so much space here that’s going to be empty. And it’ll just be me. It’ll be interesting. I’ll have a taste of living by myself for a little bit. Which I’m heading down to path eventually, I’m going to need to find a place by myself next year. It’s just going to be a trip, that’s for sure. Anyway, I’ve got to get ready for work in a bit. It’s the one thing that I’ve got going on right now, it’s keeping me sane, but barely. Catch ya on the flip side ❤