InsaneJournal

It's funny, the way things go when you leave home for the first time. I've been feeling lonely, so I go back to my family's house, and the result is that it sometimes feels like I needn't have bothered moving out at all.

I'm not lonely in the sense that I think I need a relationship to make me whole. I'm lonely in the sense that I come home to an empty flat and sometimes I wish there was someone or something waiting there to greet me when I come home at night. The more I think this, the more I think it might be nice to get a pet of some description. I don't think I'd want anything overtly magical because then those family members on my father's side would be unable to visit me, I think. And I wouldn't want an owl for the same reason: too hard to explain. A dog is too needy, and I don't know that I could devote the time to a dog that it would need to be happy.

A cat? Cats are lovely creatures, so graceful and elegant, and they are reasonably self sufficient, as far as I can tell. I think that might be the way to go for me. I will get myself a tiny kitten to love.