Cold As You

And thus ends the exciting adventure in having the house to myself. My parents and younger brother arrived back in town from Cincinnati earlier this evening and I'm not sure how to feel about it. On the one hand, I'm glad I'm no longer responsible for everything that occurs in this house. On the other, I miss the silence. Oh, how I miss the silence.

For a while, the quiet of the house freaked me out. Every horror movie I've ever seen raced through my mind as I opened the bathroom door or walked out to the garage. I could just imagine a bathtub full of blood, or a chainsaw-carrying psychopath hiding in the dark.

But now. Now I think I'd much prefer the psychopath.

At least the psychopath wouldn't turn on every fan in the house along with the air conditioning. I walked in from work today and the house was a good twenty degrees colder than when I had left. I'm currently typing this blog post from my bed, where I'm wrapped in sweatpants, a hoodie, and two comforters. Yeah, I usually sleep with two comforters on when my mom is around.

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I made a mistake this week that I continue to keep making. It's so irritating that I can't learn from the past. But being the type of person I am (romantic novelist who falls in love with ideas rather than actual people), I was doomed.

I feel like this was a week for mistakes. And lessons. And adventures. I think I learned more about myself this week than I did during the entire first semester of college. Granted, there's a reason I didn't learn much about myself during that semester, but that's also the reason I'm so in-tune with myself right now.

The summer's not over yet, though, and there is still a lot of stuff running through my head. In two weeks, I'll be out of this town and back home.

I want everything to be settled then. I want my bridges burned. I want to be free. We'll see where life takes me.

Cold As You by Taylor Swift