I used to be perfectly happy being alone. In fact, I almost welcomed it.
I liked the stillness of the house and the freedom to do whatever I wanted when I wanted without having to worry about what other people thought.
Now I dread it.
One night in Benalla alone and I'm already wishing I headed down with my housemate.
The house is too still. Too quiet. Leaving too much time for crazy thoughts.
On the plus side, Melbourne tomorrow. Just have to get through tonight.