Thursday, August 4, 2016

You Don't Miss the Water Until It's Gone

It has been a week without a soul at home.

The parents and the sister are in the States for a break, and I'm the only one in our five room Bishan flat. I really cannot think of a day where I was once left alone in the flat, as there'll always be at least one other sibling or parent at home.

It's pretty weird. And I constantly have to remind myself that I am 28 already. An adult capable of living independently by herself.

Yeah right.

I still get slightly scared by random creaks around, and living next to an MRT depot where trains drone on doesn't help at all. My own shadow does not help. 

That said though, I do enjoy the freedom of being by myself, watching Netflix in the living room all by myself and eating whatever I want.

It's just though, the silence can be quite intimidating. Not that I don't talk like there's no tomorrow on normal days at home, but there's just something warm about human bodies being in proximity to one another. There's that sort of comfort, that safety and just a feeling of peace.

Wow now I'm missing the water.