O & V moved into their own place last Friday night. I felt alone and lonely and miserable and threw myself quite the pity party at varying times over the weekend. Now, Monday and back to work and it's odd to work in complete silence (apart from the music I've got playing) again. No more hearing O coming home from work and V coming home from school. Just me and the cat.
A big part of the loneliness was coming from that I've not lived alone -except for a couple of months in between E moving out and O/V moving in -since I lost Pop.
This just sort of compounds feelings I've had before about how alone in the world I feel I am now. I think I just need to shake it off. I mean, deal with it by realizing, I'm NOT alone -I've got dear friends -and I'm going to enjoy getting used to having my own space again.
And as of right now, the only other person I want to live with is B. Or at least we spend a lot of nights together.
Yeah, B. Love of my life.