weird.

I've got the apartment to myself for a couple of days, apparently. Roommate #1 has been back home at her parents' for this past week, and won't get back until Sunday; Roommate #2 just left for the airport. It's kind of an odd feeling, being the only person in a decently large three-bedroom apartment. It's like I'm back in high school, when my parents would go up to their house in the mountains every weekend and leave me to do what I liked back in our apartment in the city -- it's still home territory, but it always feels strange to be rattling around alone in a space too big for just me. This is why I just wanted to move into a studio, rather than a one-bedroom -- apart from the price difference, I just feel more comfortable being on my own in a smaller space.

It probably has something to do with growing up in downtown New York City, where every inch of space is valuable and put to good use; when my boyfriend (who's from Indianapolis, in a house which he calls within city limits, and I call suburban) takes me to his parents' house and talks about how wonderful it is to have all that SPACE in the house, I just don't get it -- I've never seen the point of having more rooms than you need. When I want space, I go out and wander the city streets and feel free as air. When I'm at home, I just want to feel cozy and safe.

That turned into more of a tangent than I intended. So it goes.

alrighty then.

Hey, so that's what inspiration feels like. Nifty.

So, um, anyone wanna beta around 10,000 words of Remus fic? It's got Remus/Sirius, Remus/Tonks, three different time periods, and a whole mess of DH spoilers. Please?