You get so used to sharing a house with someone that when they are gone it just feels so weird, too quiet. The days go so slowly and it feels like you have done nothing. There is no one waiting for you to come home from work and no one asking you what you would like to do for the day. It just feels weird.
I have asked my sister to come up and spend some time with me but that is a little unreasonable. It isn't cheap getting to Townsville from Tasmania and she is house sitting at the moment. Don't have that many friends to do anything with, and the one I have aren't free.
urgh...how did I ever live alone before?