Slightly Homesick

I'm writing this in the basement of Eric's brother's house at 1:00 AM. My bed (a very cozy-looking queen-size) is to my left. The decor: clear plastic over pink insulation and wall studs, carpet remnants, a water softener. My bedmate, a labrador puppy, is already cashed out in the middle of the bed. I'm not complaining, and I'll probably be happy to have the lab's company. But I miss my little lofted bedroom, my cats, and my boyfriend. I'm a homebody, unfortunately, and I always feel kind of empty my first night somewhere else. Also, I think I'm a little bit scared about babysitting a 3-year-old and a 4-month-old for a week. Once I realize (tomorrow, I hope) that I'm capable of that, and I see this house in daylight, I'll feel better. I always make myself at home eventually.