Alone at Last

Check it out… there is no one else here. There is no one in this house except for me. In fact, there is probably no one for a good kilometre in every direction except for me.

It’s so exciting. It’s the first time it’s happened in weeks. Yes, I’ve been losing my mind. Almost literally. I got very nearly to breaking point, had an enormous hissy fit and decided that I absolutely had to take the following day off work, just to have some time wholly to myself. The next morning, both Sloopy and Flora (Flora moved up here and into La Casa. I can’t even remember if I’ve mentioned that yet) decided that they would take the day off work, too. I very nearly fell apart.

But now: Sloopy has gone down to our hometown for a couple of weeks, Flora has decided it would make more sense to move in with Dad in the middle of the city rather than live in the middle of nowhere with no transport and I am very nearly in bliss. For tea I ate garlic bread, I’m listening to music which both Flora and Sloopy detest (Max Sharam) and I am writing in my diary with no one peering over my shoulder saying, “whatcha doin’??”. Yes, bliss.

You see, I haven’t forgotten about OD. In fact, I’ve been missing it vehemently. But this house is very small, the computer is in the middle of the only livoing area and I am never ever by myself.

I’m no longer cut out for living with people, I have concluded. Especially, I am not cut out for living with two other people in a tiny house. And I am absolutely completely not cut out for living with (“I don’t mind if my pears rot down to a liquid consistency in the pantry”) Sloopy and (“I have no money and I love playing death metal at full volume”) Flora.

But I’m not going to bitch about them. I’m not, because finally I’m all alone and I don’t have to think about either of them any more.

Instead I am just going to savour this solitude. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….. *blissed out sigh*