I think things are due for change. Packing up everything that I own, stuffing my lotions in Albertson’s bags and looking at all that needs to be cleaned tomorrow. It looks like a lot of things to move, but when I’m done, I don’t think that we’re going to have used up the whole day. It feels weird to have both of my housemates out already. Whenever their door is open, there is a loud echo because their room is empty. It feels good to be living by myself though, and just for a moment, I wish that I had a place of my own where I didn’t have to share anything with anyone. I wouldn’t have to share the refrigerator, where I put some stuff and they hoard food like there is no tomorrow, only to have it tossed out later because they didn’t want to eat it. I wouldn’t have to share the dishes, and wouldn’t have to wash whatever needed to be washed just to be courteous or because I need a fork and they weren’t courteous enough to wash. I wouldn’t have to be quiet because they’re sleeping or studying. I wouldn’t have to lay awake because all I can hear on weekend nights is the yell of one of their boyfriends over playing starcraft. Well then I would have to take all the loneliness by myself. Kill all the spiders without someone to yell at it beside me. Bear all the problems that the landlord rests on my shoulder without someone to complain to, even if they don’t do anything. The price I pay for solitude. I would still pay it to have a place of my own if I could. Things are due for change, and maybe this change would be good. I’m tired of this place anyways and ready to start anew.