I'm not sure I like having people in the house, it makes me quite self conscious about stuff that alone would feel just like normal.

I was standing in my underwear eating warm unsalted popcorn, one by one, looking at that nice big cup full of them, and my sister came in the kitchen.

What was a nice moment of me thinking about how to improve my popcorn and what to make of the day turned into having to explain what I was doing and aggressively stating "now that's **my** kitchen and if I like to hang hair on the fridge I'll just do that."

Just couple more days, then she'll be off.