Housesitting is a very lonely thing. My parents are in Florida for the long weekend and I'm watching the house (and the cats) for them while they're gone. Mostly I sit on the couch, eat pizza, and watch Mad Men on netflix. So it's just like being in my apartment! The only difference is that aside from the cats, I'm alone.
I'm living on my own (no roommates) next year so this is kind of a test drive. It's eerily quiet in here and I jump at every little sound. That will be a little different next year, I'll always be able to hear my neighbors, but it's scary! Maybe I should stop watching so much Criminal Minds and ghost shows but am I really ready to live alone? I may not like being around people all the time, but there's something comforting in waking up in the morning and seeing someone else. Not a relationship kind of someone else, but getting up and hearing people talking in the kitchen or seeing someone else's things laying around.
I've never really thought of myself as the kind of person who got lonely. That's all changing now. You can't be lonely if you weren't used to being around people. This semester I've always been around others. My roommates and their friends, my sorority sisters, and my new friends. Being around all these people all the time is part of why I want my own place to begin with. I'm not much of a people person and I want a place that I can go that's all my own.
Basically: I'm conflicted if I actually want to live on my own because I'm scared. Scared of everything. Scared that my neighbors will have loud sex that I can hear though the walls, that someone will break in and steal my laptop, or that I'll end up like someone in the first 10 minutes of a Law and Order: SVU or Criminal Minds episode.
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