The key to my own room

I moved into my rented room today. Forthe first hour, I enjoyed the silence, the empty shelves, and the fact that nobody would interrupt me. Then evening arrived, and I realised I had nobody to complain to about the terrible tap or the neighbour's loud television 📺.I ate dinner 🍽️ sitting on the floor and called home just to hear familiar voices,I felt embarrassed by how quickly independence had become laneliness. Still , before sleeping I placed my key on the table and looked around the little room. It was imperfect and unfamiliar, but it was mine. Tomorrow, I'll buy curtains.