Nobody Home

Three weeks ago, only I -- and the insects fast enough to sneak in -- lived in this apartment. Being alone here was synonymous with being complete. Maybe it's a "me" thing, but I was never lonely. But then my girlfriend, after trying for months to get her back to the Netherlands, moved in. And this quickly felt normal, though at the same time, I believe it'll take me a couple of months to get used to it. That's just how I process everything -- instantly, then in slow-motion. It has been quite warm here. If I felt more like telling a story, I'd say these had been the warmest days ever recorded, but I'll spare you that. That just meant that she was stuck inside with me, but very quickly, already, she was looking for a job, and when she had to go to her first interview, I was 'finally' home alone again. That's when I felt alone, like I was in an empty apartment, and worse, lonely, in an apartment that not even a month ago would've felt full.