Alone…

The sensation of a big empty house, footsteps echoing off the walls, long nights with the TV casting eirry lights on the dim-lit walls of the living room. Yes, Tara and Araella are gone; off the grand ol’ USA and I am left to four weeks of surviving on my own.

I’ll try not to shed tears… I pretty much get to be the pan-ultimate bachelor with Theara here: i.e. I can laze around, sleep in, be messy and never cook, and magically the house will be clean when I get home, the dishes done, laundry drying on the line, and food on the table… Hey, kind of like living with my mom… Ok that’s scary. Certainly not like living with Tara. She makes me be a responsible husband and actually do house work (admittedly not much).

My next three weeks will be very busy with work. But my free time will be spend putting the finishing touches on a campus board in our spare room (for all you non-climbers, it’s a small climbing wall that helps develop some serious power-house arms for rock climbing) and then training my butt off for week four when I fly out to Krabi, Thailand and do five glorious days a climbing the ocean cliffs.

The weeks will go by quickly I think. I’m happy we have a guard now at our house. It would be a little freaky to sleep there alone – it still is, but at least with the guard there I know someone will hear me if I start screaming like a girl in the middle of the night when some skinny Asian arm nakes out from behind the curtains.