After I was dropped off last night I picked up my towels and sheets and the comfortor that I'm borrowing, and headed home. I hadn't been alone really all day. I was either on the phone with someone, at a store, or out with someone at any given time. So I figured that if I were going to lose my composure, now would be the time.
I get home to an empty house and get the last of my purchases inside. One of my roomates pulled up as I got the last of it inside. So after he situated his sleeping son we talked for a bit while I put my room together. I stood there after he had left and looked around. A futon with purple sheets, a new green woobie, a body pillow with satin and velour, an alarm clock set on my over turned laundry basket, another set of sheets (green), 4 towels, bath products, and about $700 in face care products (They were free as this is what I have a hand in making). I looked at the bed and thought "my bed". I was not uncomfortable or unfamiliar with this. I was home. It was quiet. It was good to be alone. I slept fine once I could quiet my brain (15 mins?)

 

There are really 2 things to do in a place that will make you feel like you're home, b/c they are generally private things and you have to feel comfortable to do them : defecate and orgasm. I've done both.

 

I think I'm going to be ok.