Well I have been home for about two or so weeks and have had the house to myself for a week now. Its insane I wanted the peace and quiet of being on my own, since I arrived home for the summer. I had forgotten though just how quiet my house gets when I am by myself. Trust me I am not regretting staying home to take classes and I am enjoying having the house to myself, but at the same time it seems almost too quiet for my 'enegetic-need to talk to someone all the time- and cant stop moving self.' To procure the situation of being home without anyone to talk to (and you have to understand I live in the middle of no where- people could have the most precise map in the world but because of where I live they still wouldnt be able to find my house) I keep the music blaring in my house, try to entertain my two rather large dogs outside (though its in the mid 90s outside and my dogs can only take so much heat) and I clean the house. Insane of all the things in the world that I could do with all of my free time I clean. I guess God is teaching me a lesson, haha, if you knew me as a child I was the one that had to clean all the time because I am four years older than my only sibling, so I hated to clean. If I could avoid cleaning that was my mission for the day. Not because I like for my place to be trashed but I always felt that after scrubbing the house from top to bottom more than twice to three times a week was enough and anymore than that was insane. Now though I have learned to do that when I get bored. It may seem insane for me to say this but I deffinately think that God has helped to open my eyes to other things in life and this just happens to be one of those things: cleaning when I have more than five or so free minutes. Which to me deffinately makes me think that God has quite a sense of humor. I mean you think about it, what is the one thing that as a child you hated and now you (whether you want to admit it or not) find yourself doing to relax yourself/wind down the day, you may do it because now you love to, or you do it sheerly out of habbit without really thinking about it too much. Most likely there are other things that people and myself do that we hated as children and now for some reason it is the one thing that we enjoy doing most frequently. So in my house, which was filled with constant trumpet music ( I love my brother more than anything but he is driving me insane practicing and practicing as if every minute were his last), my dogs barking all hours of the after noon at my dad who would be outside working (they were barking because they so desperately want outside to play with him), and my mother watching tv occasionally and reading outloud (dont ask me why, I have lived with her for 20 years now and still havent figured that one out because she not reading to anyone except herself); my house is now filled with a deafening quiet while I clean, and blaring music while I try to find something interesting to do other than watch tv or cook.