The Home Alone Adventure

I have been living in City for barely over a week now and in that time have had 6 out of town guests come by. Five of whom I housed. So while it is suprising, given my personality, I am perfectly content to be in my delightfully large-ish apartment, alone. There are no flatmates- although they both appear to be darlings and I am excited for our continued aquaintance- and it is blissful to be alone.
There is so much that I want to see and do. I am so excited to start sailing, attending classes, and interacting with new people. I cannot wait to be a joiner and begin to make friends in my new neighborhood. Little neccessities of the neighborhood that one really ought to have sorted out by the middle of the second week in a new place, I have yet to accomplish. I have yet to locate the grocery store, to receive a new student ID, to meet any single person from my own neighborhood who I don't live with.
Yet all these excited-for-the-future desires are easily swept away by the powerful steady current of exhaustion that wants me to sit still and eat ice cream. Aware of how soon courses will be underway, and the intensity of focus and effort that comes with it, my core self wants to be lazy. wants to revel in time unstructured and alone.
And so here I am. In my new city, appreciating the little adventures that can come with sitting at home, alone.