Home alone

I really love being home alone. My dad is away and my mom had to be at work on Friday, and I had a snow day, so I had the house to myself.
I know it's super cliche, but really love dancing around and playing music super loud when no one is around. I have a distinct memory of me as a 7th grader being home alone for an afternoon, and me blasting the killers while dancing in my white girl way in the living room.
I spent the day pretty much reading and dancing around. And I loved it. Especially because the next few weeks are going to be full of performances and exciting things like going to NYC with the music program at my school, and going to a Frightened Rabbit concert.
There are pretty much two different types of perfect days for me. Which totally contradicts the idea of perfection but no one actually means perfect when they say perfect unless in special cases. I will stop rambling now.
One type is a day out with my friends doing something exciting and different. But the other type is spending the day alone, in my house, reading or catching up on a tv show or something.
I value social time, but at the same time I really need days to myself. And Friday was one of those perfect days.