Today, the boyfriend headed back to Alberta for a visit with his family. For the next eleven days, I have the apartment to myself.
This is the first time I have been alone in our apartment for longer than a few hours. On the one hand, its nice and quiet and I don't feel guilty for being really lazy (I'm still getting over this stomach flu), but, on the other hand, it's really weird coming home to an apartment with no boyfriend.
Now I just have to figure out what the hell I am going to do for the next 11 days!