All alone in my new place

I’m in Grandma’s house.  Poor dead grandma.  This house, which is soon to be mine, I’m staying in it for a couple of nights, because I have things to do in Denver spread out over a couple of days, and just didn’t want to drive back and forth so many times.  Anyway.  Point is, I’m all alone in this big house.  And I don’t like it.  There are no people, no dogs, no cats, not even a television.  I just ate a crappy microwave dinner for one. I’m lonely, bored, sad.  I don’t know what to do with myself.

This is what it’s going to be like when I move here?

We’re supposed to be finalizing the mortgage paperwork and closing by the end of the month.  And then there will be nothing to stop me from moving in.  Nothing, except, I’m lonely, bored, and sad.