I Own Baking Soda

This weekend my roommate moved out. The events leading up to the big move all transpired quite fast. Basically what began last weekend as my roomie's search for an apartment for her boyfriend turned into them finding a place that they wanted to move into together. The grass is always greener and yes, while I know there are nicer places out there to be had, I like where I am quite well.

The movers were here bright and early on Saturday and after she was gone, the place suddenly felt quiet empty, not so much because of the things that are gone but because suddenly I'm alone. With returning from vacation recently and spending a lot of time at work, everything was happening too fast to process until after the fact.

Later in the morning when I went to the fridge and opened the door, I realized I own baking soda, and not much else. Sure, there was a pitcher of water and your basic condiments, but I've yet to grocery shop since returning from vacation nearly 2 weeks ago. Up until now the fridge had been full with my roommate's things so it at least gave the illusion that there was food in the house.

There is still a lot of cleaning to get done and some re-arranging and re-adjusting to do, but I'm somewhat looking forward to having the place to myself for a bit. I can appreciate the quiet and solitude, especially after a long day at work. However, don't be surprised to find me at home with everything that makes noise running just to feel like there's a bit more life in this place. I think I may buy a fish.