Going home...

..to an empty house.

This weekend, I am going back home to see a friend on her birthday.

This will be the first time I've been in my house since we buried my cat a few weeks ago. Both of my parents are out-of-town in Denver, Colorado.

I'm really not sure how I feel about this.

I need to go home and get some things for my dorm room, and I have to be in town tomorrow. I could just go home and come back and sleep in my dorm tonight, but I really don't want to have to drive an hour back to my hometown in the morning. Not to mention I don't really feel like driving back tonight.

But I have never enjoyed being home by myself. I'm easily spooked, and after my car got broken into a year ago, I've been even more ill-at-ease.

I just don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do to keep my mind off the fact that I will be completely alone in the house without even a small, comforting, furry animal to keep me company. The idea just creeps me out a little.

It's funny, I haven't really felt homesick this whole time. Then my parents left for the weekend, and suddenly I felt incredibly lonely. It's like, I can't feel homesick if I know they're only a forty-five minute drive away, but when they're out-of-state, I can't call them up in case of an emergency. It's not a good feeling.

Well, whatever. I guess I'll do whatever I have to do. I'll figure that out, I suppose.