Lonely much?

I am an "Otter", an "I", a Sanguine...
I love people and parties and laughter and talking. I am somewhat of a compulsive talker. Whatever I am thinking generally makes it way from somewhere close to my brain out of my mouth with lightning speed.
To me shared silence is an uncomfortable and impending emptiness: It must be filled.
And so I talk and laugh and cajole and carry on.
But sometimes I crave quiet: the tea sipping, window gazing, scripture meditating silence that fills the room and wraps its peaceable arms around me. I have wondered if there might be a secret entry, a mysterious opening that would allow access to the inner sanctum of quiet and find that elusive prize. Rest.

And yet, as if it were one of life's mysteries, I find myself feeling lonely. Being lonely.
Perhaps a residual effect of living in a large house full of people.
Or maybe a subtle reminder from my Heavenly Father that I am not where I should be.
My home is where He is.
Maybe that empty nagging lonely feeling is always there, I just can't hear it over the noise of my own life.
(And all that talking.)
I wonder if Jesus was lonely.
If He could be in a room full of people and feel alone. Like I can.
I wonder if He missed His home. And His Father.
I do know that Jesus told me to come to Him and He would give me rest.
And when I finally get home, I don't think I will be lonely anymore.