The feeling of being the only person at home aside from my father. It’s damned weird. I love my dad to pieces, but it’s so weird with it just being me and him at home. I mean now i know how my younger brother felt when I left for my freshman year of college.
Let me explain, my younger brother we dropped off for his freshman year at school in another state. We got back Saturday. Today, my mom left to go on a business trip and won’t be back until Wednesday. So it’s just my dear old dad and me. Nothing really disturbing about that, but what does worry me is that it’s so quiet in the house. Almost disturbing really. It’s not just because I’m afraid of silence, as a matter of fact I rather enjoy the quiet nowadays, but it’s the conversations that will fill the silence that I’m afraid of. When the house is quiet for too long, interesting and very emotional conversations take place. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the conversations. It’s just that this is the first time my dad and I have been alone like this, just us.
Maybe I should make the first move.
See you guys tomorrow,