I kissed the baby and made a silly move to entertain him for the last time, before I waved him off with his parents to their four-day adventure. They are now some-hour south, while I am sitting in their kitchen enjoying my favorite rice dish after 6 hours watching The Lord of the Rings.
I have the whole house to myself for the next few days, and already I feel so bored. It is not my choice to hang out with the Jenkins or not. I just have myself to talk to. Oh how proud I am as one who takes refuge in solitude or who is described as low-maintenance!
I have long forgotten the feeling of being home alone, and since I never had bad experience having the house for myself, it is easy to overlook how stressful and hard it can be. When someone states the fact, I just nod and shrug it off, “everyone chooses their own lifestyle.” This week offers me a great reminder to look out for the friends who really do live alone.