The Philosophy of Home Alone

I'm home for the holidays obviously. And while I love being home and spending time with my family, there's always a lot of people in my house. Whether it is having my entire extended family over for dinner or just my immediate family discussing computers while I am trying to watch a movie, there is always SOMEBODY talking. Which is great usually.

But last night, my parents and brother went over to my Aunt's house for a game night. I stayed home to study. Let me be honest...not much studying happened. I happen to LOVE being home alone. It's wonderful. Don't get any ideas, I don't run around in my underwear or anything (my house has lots of windows, that could get awkward). But I do put on my most comfy pjs and do WHATEVER I want.

I watch lame movies on hallmark channel. I work out while looking as ridiculous as I can. I take 30 minute bubble baths. I blast Christmas music and dance around in my pjs. I eat lots of food wherever in the house I want.

And then it gets creepy. I start hearing lots of creeks and noises. And my imagination gets the best of me. I hide alone in my room trying not to make a noise. And then I skype my boyfriend.

Being home alone is great...until it gets creepy