Ever since I moved out from my parents house I’ve been living on my own. I never had room mates, or shared a space with anyone in any sort of capacity. That is until I moved in with the missus and her son a little over a year and a half ago in the apartment they were living in then, which we eventually upgraded to our current house. After having spent quite a few years (15 or so, I’m not going to do the math) living on my own then suddenly sharing a space with two people was, as I’m sure you can imagine, a bit of a lifestyle change. It took some time, but eventually I got used to it (obviously, since we still live together). Upgrading to a bigger space certainly helped. And while I now very much enjoy no longer living on my own, there are still times where I miss it. The point I’m trying to get to here is that this morning I drove the missus and the little one to the airport for a week-long vacation trip they’re having. And while I’ve been really looking forward to having the house to myself for an entire week, when I came home from work today I was really struck by how quiet the place was, and how strange it was to come home to an empty house. I’m still very much going to enjoy the hell out of being by myself for a while, don’t get me wrong. The introvert in me has been craving this. But for someone who was so used to being by himself, this is not a thing I was really expecting. People change, I guess, even me.