Home alone?

Steve has been invited to attend a conference for work, and though they aren’t mandatory, he’s been pressured to go. There are a couple of problems with this. The first problem is that it’s in Vegas. I find it slightly ironic that they are having a financial aid conference in Las Vegas. Second of all, I can’t miss all that work and school, so I would have to stay home, which of course means that I have to spend the night by myself. We haven’t spent a night apart from each other since we’ve been married, and the first time we do will be when I’m in Chicago for one night. I know I sound like a huge baby, but I do not feel comfortable being in a house by myself. Even when I lived at home, I didn’t like it at all. I’m still kind of leery about being in a brand new neighborhood and not feeling very familiar with the sounds and normal goings on, so I know I’m going to have a hard time sleeping while he’s gone. I’ll have to stick a pair of scissors or a knife under the pillow or something.

I need a dog :).