Alone

This week has gone pretty much as I had expected. No phenomenal epiphanies or terrible tragedies... And nary a Triple-E to be heard. Well, I suppose there was one thing that was something like an epiphany. Maybe not an epiphany so much as a reminder?

My roommate has been going in to work an hour earlier than usual. So, when I get out of bed in the morning, I'm the only one in our little concrete box*. It feels really empty.

Winding my way about the place while getting ready for work and making breakfast, I find it strange to have no one around. Even though, thinking back to how the daily routine was when I lived with my family, the times that I did have someone around, I generally didn't talk all that much to them. I scarcely acknowledged their presence some days.

But either way, I still have had a taste of what it's like to be alone, even if just for a few minutes in the morning, in a quiet room high above the street. Only a taste, though.

Don't want to imagine what a mouthful of the stuff is like.



* It's actually a great little place. And if it is a little concrete box, it's at least a little concrete box with a view.