Echo

[plumtreeblossom]

It's such a strange feeling having the house to myself. Chris is at his sister's wedding in NYC until Monday and I'm here by myself. He's a bit of a homebody and I've grown used to him always just being here automatically (a testament to what an awesome roommate he is). We can both be home and still feel like we both have the place to ourselves. But now that I really am alone in the house, it's both liberating and a little creepy at the same time. I'm doing things I don't do when he's here -- smoking cloves indoors, walking around naked, blasting music, showering with the door open to let out the steam -- but it doesn't feel 100% like home. I actually miss him.

(Don't tell him I smoked in the house, you Firsties.)