The home feels empty, silent. My youngest one, who had been staying with me/us since autumn moved back to their own home yesterday. There is just me living here now. And a cat. I was left with one.
It's weird. I have never lived alone in my life. We moved together with my wife, then girlfriend straight from our parents houses. While she was studying she did live away during the weeks, so that could be considered living alone. At least part time. But I didn't realize the implications back then. We were still living together, she was just away a lot. It was different.
I've had few days every now and then when there was nobody else at home for a few days. I got used to taking that "me" time and enjoying the short periods of not having anyone around. But I always tried to maximize those times staying awake way too long. Now I find myself still doing that. Even though I will be alone tomorrow too, and the day after that, and so on.
Of course my wife and kids are still going to visit me, staying overnight even. Really looking forward to that. Just need ro get used to the idea that it's the other way around now. I have all the time for myself and need to make most out of those short visits instead.