alone at home

After some oddly warm, spring-like days the low temperature is back. The north wind was cold, I hurriedly came home this evening. Mother is out, on her 4-days trip with friend, and without Mr.Uma I'm alone at home now. On such cold evening I feel quite fortunate to come back to this nice house with enough space and rather a big garden, and nice floor heating X), not a tiny apartment. But at the same time I feel like this house is too big for me when I'm alone. Maybe I've been too accustomed to live with my mother and my rabbit. Feeling lonesome, and freedom together. Now I should have a bath and go to bed...