I totally relate. The first few weeks I found myself sort of just wondering around the house almost not sure what to do. It was quiet and I was pretty lonely.
When he was here, the drama was constant. But there were also some fun times. We both shared a great love of music and always had that on. So I'd turn up the music and then get depressed and sit down and cry. Ugh!!
It has gotten easier though. Every now and then something will trigger my drama addiction, but it doesn't last long.
The other day I was sitting outside on my deck looking at a big mess he'd left behind. In other words, one of many projects he started and never finished. Then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and realized I didn't have to deal with it anymore.
I don't really have the feeling of wanting to move or anything...yet! But I do find myself wanting to completely redecorate my bedroom, fresh coat of paint, new furniture, new everything!