The house feels incredibly empty when I am alone. It feels haunted, as if I’m waiting for a restless spirit to wander down the staircase for a chat. It hasn’t happened yet, but the house has already played host to lights going on and off and weird noises I’ve never heard before. It could be my imagination finally sliding out of neutral, and if that is the case then yay! It could also be me slowly going crazy… boo.
Outside of being clinically insane, I’m trying to get a lot of work done and burn away this pile of backlog that has built up as of late. In a perfect world this would be the summer and I would have whole days to do my thing. Maybe the reduced time frame is for the best given the ghosts wandering through my psyche and maybe my house…