Tomorrow I begin house sitting. No girlfriend, no best mate, no dog and no lodger. Just me. In a messy, two-up-two-down house. I'll be getting my first ever taste of being a bachelor.
I'm not sure if I'm excited, but I know I'm nervous.
I think I'm excited, because when I was younger, all I wanted to do was be a bachelor.
To come and go as I please, with no-one to blame but myself for not doing housework. I get to stay up as late as I want. In my pants if I want. With (for the most part) only my thoughts to keep me company.
I'm nervous because that's exactly what I wanted. Years ago. I know that has changed now.
I like knowing that someone might be the vaguest bit interested in where I'm going or what I'm doing. I like having housework to share with someone. I like the thought of snuggling up with someone in bed, and having that pre-sleep conversation about nothing in particular.
I know that I am on the cusp of my life changing drastically. This could well be my future. The mess. The late nights. The pants.
The thoughts and the memories.
That's the part I dread.
The thoughts.
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