For the next month I’ll be home alone. My parents and little brother left this morning to enjoy a vacation away in asia while I continue working through my internship. This isn’t the first time I’ve had the house to myself but I think the next month will be different because I’ve been thinking a lot about the definition of home.
I guess this is connected to my desire to move out or even possibly overseas to study and/or work. Wherever it is I go, would I still feel at home on my own? I’m not extremely close with my family so I can’t say how much they have informed my notion of a home. However, having them gone might surprise me.
It is only the first night and I can already feel the difference. There’s an evident stillness in the house. I can hear my own thoughts surfacing to sound. There have been so many things racing through my mind, a lot of which has left me in a bit of a dark place. I don’t know what it is but I know I can’t keep denying that something is wrong when I haven’t felt like myself in a long time. I’m hoping this new arrangement will shed some clarity on the questions gnawing at the back of my mind. I can only hope and only time will tell.