A quiet, quiet night

Coming home at 8:30pm last night to my own place was... disquieting. It was just too quiet! All I want to do is say hi to my loved ones, when all I'm faced with is a half-unpacked studio (with a lovely bed) and empty kitchen.

There is definitely something scary when there's no food to be found and it's rainy and dark outside. Then again, I've lived a sheltered, carefree life, blowing from jeweled treelimb to jeweled treelimb. I had leftover miso ramen and it was pretty gross.

I went to bed thinking about sunshine.