Just A Small Town Girl…

So my family all jetted off to India yesterday. They’re away for two weeks to attend a wedding in Punjab, but sadly I couldn’t join them because I’ve reached the limit on my annual-leave allowance at work. Now I say ‘sadly’ but, cards on the table, I wasn’t really that upset about it. From the second that their tickets were booked, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, counting down the days till I’d finally have the house to myself and get some much needed Sharan-time!

And yet, four hours in to my first family-free weekend and what am I doing? Wishing that they’d get back here already! Typical isn’t it.

Being home alone is really not as fun as I imagined it to be; a four-bedroom house suddenly seems like a huge empty mansion. There’s no one around to shout at me for talking too much, no one to fight for the remote control, no one to be hogging the bathroom when I need it, no one to switch the heating on in the mornings and it sucks!

Plus the weather is so grim, gloomy and grey, going outdoors doesn’t seem particularly appealing right now. So it looks like I’ll be stuck inside, bombarded with phone calls from concerned family members checking in to make sure that I survived the night and didn’t leave the front door wide open while washing the dishes (as you do!).

Ah well, at times like these you’ve got to look for a silver lining I guess. For example, for the next two weeks I’ll be able to take full control of the kitchen without a burning glare from my mum, lurking in the background! I’ll be able to turn my music up as loud as I want. And I can come back from work at any time and not face the third degree for my lateness. So I guess it’s not all bad.

And even though I’m only one day in to my home alone journey, this experience has already taught me something: I should probably be more appreciative of my family, because it turns out I need them a lot more than I thought. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder! And maybe I’m not as much of a recluse as I’d like to make out. Just like Tinker Bell needed applause to survive, in the same token I need human company to stay sane. Definitely not cut out for this Lone Ranger life!

T-minus 13 days and counting…over and out.