It's odd...

[missroserose]

For the first week or so after Ryan got here, I found myself wishing that he'd leave again. It's not that I don't love the guy, but I'd gotten used to a fairly solitary life. The sudden lack of personal space, combined with the fact that he kept getting into arguments with my mother (never a good plan and rather ear-splitting and painful to listen to), was enough to seriously get on my nerves for a while.

Eventually things calmed down, and I got used to having someone around again. That's not to say he still didn't annoy me at times; but I wasn't on the verge of strangling someone.

Now he's gone, and my mother's gone on a business trip as well; by the time she gets back, I'll have moved into my co-worker Annie's house to house-sit for a couple of weeks until I head back down to Juneau. For all intents and purposes, I've got an even more solitary life than before.

I don't particularly mind this. It just feels a little strange, is all.

Ah, well. More time to sew. Yay!