Tonight I’m staying at a friend’s house. She’s away for the weekend and needed somebody to look after her chickens. I needed a place to stay. So that’s worked out pretty well. But I feel terribly lonely.
I didn’t for the last two weeks, but perhaps that’s because the Airbnb felt more transient. Now, I’m like a ghost in an empty home, signifiers of a life all around me, and it’s not my life. That makes things hard.
I guess the other thing is it’s Friday night and I’m alone in the world, which isn’t too much like fun. I went on a walk up to Safeway, bought too much food, came back again. I was still lonely.
Still, two weeks til I’m back with my family. Hurry, hurry, hurry…