Alone

Now I'm finally alone in the cozy little room Jo and I rented, 'cos she's in Budapest with Van and Philo, Daryl and Zhi Wei are in Chamonix with the honorary housemate Wendy, and my parents are flying off tomorrow at 9am.

And while I used to love having the entire place to myself, complete with cheering and lots of off-key singing, coming back to an empty apartment might just be the most depressing thing ever. All the feels set in and I'm pretty damn sure I teared up just standing at the doorway, staring at an empty room. There was no one to say hi to, to have ask how my day was, no one to cook with and no one to mess around with.

I also lugged back a 5L bottle of water today, and I must say - water came a lot easier when it was the guys who had to deal with carrying the 2 x 8Ls and when I had Van/Jo around to deal with opening near-impossible caps. There'll definitely be another sappy post for these amazing people (with super human strength) I've lived with - but that'll come later. When the tears really hit the keyboard.

I did have an amazing 140eur dinner with my parents at Can Majo today though. Way more expensive than any meal I've had so far, but I swear by the quality of the food there and the amazing company my family is, even though we piss each other off all the bloody time. It really is quite ridiculous how fast everyone's growing up - Sean's heading off to SOTA already and Sam's talking about possibly heading to Japan for his 2nd sem in Sec 4 (which I really like because that just gives me another excuse to head over during recess week/Dec hehehehe). I'm pretty sure my dad would have flinched though if he really processed me egging Sam on to go over - but the white wine intervened, thank goodness.

Now that I've almost hit my 4 month mark here in Barcelona, I'm guessing that it's time to take being independent up a notch, from being independent (cooking/laundry/cleaning/waking up/taking care of myself) with a bunch of people that I had to get used to, to actually doing all of that on my own, with myself - if that makes sense.

Missing my people right now, but I'm glad we still got to celebrate Jo's birthday, have an amazing cream war which meant we ran around the house with whipped cream trying to get, well, mostly Jo, and finally insta-jack her.

Now I'm going to go back to watching 2 Broke Girls - as I did with New Girl when I first moved to Barcelona - to help me gather a bit more courage while feeling less alone so I wake up to a brand new day, awaiting new adventures.