Today, I would like to reiterate my hate for Sundays.
I slept through dusk and woke up to a dark house, thinking that the sun had forgotten about me. My intention was only to nap but I fell into slumber for at least 4 hours. I feel like I've been cheated of time and jet-lagged. My bed was my only vehicle.
My mum is currently in Athens and my grandma is staying at my aunt's for a while. You would think that being home alone would be very Macaulay Culkin, but its really not.
A roof makes a house but its in my mum and my grandmother that I've found a home.