So…Pieter is camping this weekend with his family, and I’m home all alone.
For the long weekend. For only the second time since we got married. I’ve left Pieter on his own, for weekends pet-sitting, and the two weeks that I recently spent in Minnesota, which were also the longest time I’ve ever been away from home in my life. What can I say, I’m a homebody.
I’ve never really been on my own so I feel strangely anxious. (and like a HUGE baby to boot) When we got married I literally moved from my childhood bedroom that I lived in for 22 years into the apartment. I still only have half of my stuff because I have 22 years worth of stuff in that bedroom and only so much room in the apartment. It’s not that I don’t like to be at home alone because I do, but it’s really quiet at night at the apartment complex.
At least this time Pieter’s gone I have Chompers to keep me company. Sunday is going to be pretty strange; I’m going to have all day to myself.
I’m probably going to spend the day watching Big Bang Theory and finally alphabetizing by books. And finally washing the carpets. And going to Costco to buy a fan. And giving Chompers a bath. But more likely doing nothing and not showering.
Hopefully tomorrow afternoon I remember to leave a light on when I leave so I don’t come hope to a unnervingly dark and empty apartment.
