Living alone, day 3
May. 24th, 2010 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassMarc left Saturday morning for Montana. I still haven't heard from him (no one's picking up at the bunk house), but I'm working on the theory that no news is good news. The corollary, of course, is that I'm living on my own in the apartment until he gets back. For the most part, living alone isn't really that much different from when Marc was here; even when he was in the apartment, we were often in different rooms, doing our own thing. But it's the little things that drive home to me that he's not here:
- A new-found sense of accountability. If "someone" lets the dishes pile up, doesn't take down the trash, or forgets to water the plants, I've got no one to blame but myself. (Though the sink has had far fewer dishes in it these last two days...)
- No boyfriendly distractions. I can't sneak a kiss, or take five minutes to chat. Dinners are by myself unless I invite someone over or go out.
- The bed is big. It's not the first time I've had the king-size bed to myself, but it's weird not needing to worry about staying on my side.
- Paying less attention to the stairs. Often, when Marc wasn't home, I would be hyper-aware of people walking up and down the stairs, wondering if any of them were him. Now, since I know they won't be, I completely tune it out unless the people are very noisy.
- Not needing to call out "Honey, I'm home" when I walk in the door.
Those are just a few things that are different. I've been (for the most part) good about keeping myself distracted by friends and the Internet, so I'm not in the full-blown loneliness phase yet. But it's certainly odd.
- A new-found sense of accountability. If "someone" lets the dishes pile up, doesn't take down the trash, or forgets to water the plants, I've got no one to blame but myself. (Though the sink has had far fewer dishes in it these last two days...)
- No boyfriendly distractions. I can't sneak a kiss, or take five minutes to chat. Dinners are by myself unless I invite someone over or go out.
- The bed is big. It's not the first time I've had the king-size bed to myself, but it's weird not needing to worry about staying on my side.
- Paying less attention to the stairs. Often, when Marc wasn't home, I would be hyper-aware of people walking up and down the stairs, wondering if any of them were him. Now, since I know they won't be, I completely tune it out unless the people are very noisy.
- Not needing to call out "Honey, I'm home" when I walk in the door.
Those are just a few things that are different. I've been (for the most part) good about keeping myself distracted by friends and the Internet, so I'm not in the full-blown loneliness phase yet. But it's certainly odd.
