It's Oh So Quiet....

So i moved into my room yesterday.

I haven't really talked to my aunt since I got back from break. And she hasn't made much of an effort either and because of that I didn' t feel the need to tell her when or where I was moving. I left Michelle a note, or rather a picture that she will probably never know is there though.

The last couple of months have been terrible at her place. Who would have thought that silence from another human being would be so...frustrating. But it was. I would walk into the house, and she would leave the room as if I had just ruined her day. Christopher got in the habit of doing the same thing and by the end of this whole ordeal I felt ostracized.

This doesn't mean that moving into this new place isn't weird. I hauled all of my stuff into a cab early yesterday morning and made my way down the street. My landlady/housemate helped me move my bags upstairs and then she left me in my room to get acquainted with the space.

It's bigger then I remember. Her son painted the walls a nice warm color and I have two big windows to stare out. Right now, my stuff is everywhere. Soon after moving I had to go to work and I didn't get home until late because two people called out. I had a hard time getting to sleep last night, because I have a thing about sleeping in unfamiliar places. I have to get adjusted to the new sounds but more importantly the silence.

It's weird living by yourself. I mean even though I am not technically in this big house alone, I sort of feel on my own. And it's weird and really quiet and I miss sounds i never knew I would miss (well except that smacking sound from my aunt and her booty call man. That sound I won't miss at all).

But I do love my room. I do love coming back to my own little space. It needs some personal touches but I do like it.

But it is super quiet.