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It always seems to be the weekend when I post. I don't know why I bother, since almost everybody seems to have lives and don't check their LJ until Monday, but that's how it works out.
It's not like I don't have things going on as well though. Tomorrow is potato soup day, so I'll be making that all day for a potluck at work on Weds. (The lucky bastiches. They probably won't even appreciate it.)
And I'll have laundry to do, and things. It looks like I'll be going home soon. There's a festival in the park (a couple, actually) next weekend, so, if my luck holds true, I'll be leaving for home that Saturday morning. :) Otherwise, I'll go home the weekend after.
3 weeks at home. All I really want is to spend some time with ms_issicran before heading out again. (The problem is, the more time I take off, the farther away retirement is. And it's not like I get to live my life in the meantime. Yes, I'm getting tired of the job.)
I know that when I go out again, I'm going to regret not getting more things accomplished while I was home, but it's become the standard routine now. Go home, do just enough to keep the place from falling apart while I'm gone, then go out for another 2-3 months. It's impossible to get relaxed anough to start or finish any projects, or read any books, or do any of the things one might want to do at home.
There are times I think just living without a home would be the best thing. Sell all the belongings, work all the time, live in hotel rooms, and when I'm not working, live in a room with ms_issicran while SHE works. But I know how rotten hotel room living actually is, and it doesn't matter how nice the room is, whether or not you have a kitchen- you don't have your stuff. You don't have your own cookware, or your books, or your tools or toys or anything. Because all that has to be packed into bags to be carried on planes. As nice as it might be to be untethered by Stuff, it's what makes places Home. So, soon I get to go home to visit my stuff. (Having ms_issicran there is just a really nice bonus.)
It's not like I don't have things going on as well though. Tomorrow is potato soup day, so I'll be making that all day for a potluck at work on Weds. (The lucky bastiches. They probably won't even appreciate it.)
And I'll have laundry to do, and things. It looks like I'll be going home soon. There's a festival in the park (a couple, actually) next weekend, so, if my luck holds true, I'll be leaving for home that Saturday morning. :) Otherwise, I'll go home the weekend after.
3 weeks at home. All I really want is to spend some time with ms_issicran before heading out again. (The problem is, the more time I take off, the farther away retirement is. And it's not like I get to live my life in the meantime. Yes, I'm getting tired of the job.)
I know that when I go out again, I'm going to regret not getting more things accomplished while I was home, but it's become the standard routine now. Go home, do just enough to keep the place from falling apart while I'm gone, then go out for another 2-3 months. It's impossible to get relaxed anough to start or finish any projects, or read any books, or do any of the things one might want to do at home.
There are times I think just living without a home would be the best thing. Sell all the belongings, work all the time, live in hotel rooms, and when I'm not working, live in a room with ms_issicran while SHE works. But I know how rotten hotel room living actually is, and it doesn't matter how nice the room is, whether or not you have a kitchen- you don't have your stuff. You don't have your own cookware, or your books, or your tools or toys or anything. Because all that has to be packed into bags to be carried on planes. As nice as it might be to be untethered by Stuff, it's what makes places Home. So, soon I get to go home to visit my stuff. (Having ms_issicran there is just a really nice bonus.)