06 NOV 2005. SUNDAY. 10:55AM.
Ahhh .. so history repeats itself yet again. I wish my lotto luck can be this consistent. With bags packed, boxes shipped away, farewell dinners all week long, airport goodbyes over and done with, I'm back to re-adjusting to a new (and much quieter) living space with the housemate choosing singapore slings over VBs and vegemite. Living alone is an acquired comfort level. I have totally enjoyed living by myself previously in a house with a frequently visiting neighborhood cat (whom i sometimes kidnap for the night in my bed). Even if it was in the 'ghetto', i never felt unsafe, and surprisingly comfortable with the re-occuring late night sounds of sirens and burnouts. You become accustomed to having conversations with yourself in your head, or sometimes out loud. You eat cheezels and chocolates for lunch without guilt, you can horde the internet line all day and leave the unwashed dishes in the sink for days. Now without a housemate, i have no one to call for backup keys, or when your car breaks down and there's ice cream melting in your boot, or when you need a story recap after a toilet break lasted longer than the commercial break.
