Time Alone... Being Bored

Nine months ago, I gave up the luxuries of having a place to myself and took in a roommate. Granted, this was someone who I had a brief history with and knew a little about, but my "me" time was gravely interupted by someone else's presence in the house. Isn't it funny that you can still sense someone in the house, even if you can't see them? We recently moved into a bigger apartment that allowed for more distance and room. It's been rather nice, actually, to have more space... even though it's more expensive.

This weekend, however, my roommate was out of town and the guy I'm seeing was busy coaching a highschool basketball tournament as well as had his son this weekend. This meant that the house - and my time - was completely mine. I used to love time by myself and thoroughly enjoyed the quiet times of an empty house. I would watch tv as late as wanted, sleep with my bedroom door open, and even parade around the house half-nekid - just because I could! I've often times thought about what it "used to be like" without a roommate and even secretely sometimes wish I could go back to it. Well, with the house and my time all mine this weekend, I found myself rather, well, let's just say... bored. I had no idea what to do or where to start! I slept in this weekend only to find myself twirling. I've always complained that I don't have enough "time" to do this or that, and now that I had it, I didn't know where to start! So sad. I spent most of Saturday out by the pool. I did go to the mall later in the evening, but even that wasn't too exciting. Today, I baked a batch of cookies and then went to watch R coach his basketball game, then went to Costco. But I still feel very unproductive this weekend and am dreading tomorrow. So here it is almost 10pm, and I'm guessing I'll just go to bed, because I'm that bored. What a waste of a weekend.

Am I that disconnected with myself that I don't enjoy being alone anymore? Hmm... something to think about when the next "alone" time comes.