Last week I was home alone for the first time in my life (believe me — that’s possible). I have been alone at my grandparents’ and at my aunt’s (with kids though) for a couple of nights but never at home.

Oh how it was wonderful.

When my parents + sister left for summer cottage on Tuesday I couldn’t wait to go home from work *via grocery store*. I bought milk, juice, and turkey cold cuts.

At home, I watched tv — upstairs. I made myself dinner — upstairs. Spaghetti bolognese had never tasted so good — with so little spices (I’m not exactly a chef…). I listened to the radio — upstairs — and wasn’t afraid to sing a little. Oh, and I played the piano!! Only two pieces though (Am Strande by George Posca and… some other thing :) Sorry, can’t remember the title. Something in G Minor by Beethoven I think).

I also double checked the locks before going to bed and listened to every creak and squeak, and car driving by. And left for work each morning dreading that’d be the day I forget my keys.

In case you didn’t get it, the title is an allusion to Milan Kundera’s “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” which I haven’t read — yet?