Going Home Again...
Being at home this last week has taught me one thing, you might be able to go home again, but it'll never be as it once was, nor did I want it to be. It was relaxing for the most part. I saw a few people who were able to get away from their jobs and their lives for a few hours to come visit, which I appreciate by the way. And even for those who couldn't, I understand you have lives and jobs that require your attention and I hope to see you next time I'm in town. I no longer have the expectations I used to have. I no longer expect to see anyone, so seeing the few of you I saw was awesome. I had fun with each of you, even though I wish our time together could have been longer it was still fun to hang out and talk, or do art, or go see a concert together.
It was nice that my mom took the week off to hang and was even better that we didn't try to force ourselves to be doing something every moment I was home. We hit a few key spots, saw a movie and then worked around the house giving things to goodwill and friends, but either way getting rid of it. It was nice to be back in my own bed for a few nights (I gave up my bed to a friend one night and then my mom decided to steal my bed the last night I was there). I realized that there is so much stuff at my house that I do not need, especially since I've been living out here with Ryan without it. Some things, of course I miss, but there are things I don't even think about, which means I could just get rid of them. Made it easier to make cuts when thinking about what to get rid of and what I wanted to keep and save for the future.
Not being with Ryan was hard, but I knew I was going to be back with him shortly so I took my time to spend some quality mother/daughter time with my mom and see my grams and all the friends I missed, and I think it was good for me to get away for a bit. I definitely did NOT miss Ryan's neighbor's effin' bass. Oh yea, we are going on a month with this shit going on. It literally makes my blood boil knowing that there are people that really just don't care. Ryan crutched over there once and asked them nicely to turn the shit down, and obviously they don't care. I don't think it bothers anyone else, because they are right up against us, but no one else. It's so bad!! Ridiculously inconsiderate.
So I'm back in Vegas. I had a long flight and then Ryan and the parentals went to Bite of Las Vegas. It was HOT. We found shade next to a truck and laid down our blankets and then Ryan's parents went and got us food from different places. (Ryan wasn't feeling all that well, so his parents practically made us sit down and they waited on us.) Then around 5pm Uncle Cracker came on and we listen to him from our blanket. There were so many people there. But being outside the concert was nice. As the sun went down the temperature dropped to something more comfortable. We decided to leave around 7, both I and Ryan were tired and so we headed home. I tried to stay awake and watch a little tv, but did not make it and passed out.
Today has been really relaxing. Ate some breakfast and lunch while watching the TV shows that I had missed the week before. So far I've seen the two So You Think You Can Dance, and one Top Chef. Once Ryan's friend leaves we'll go back to watching all the shows I missed. I think I'm gonna set up my Wii. I haven't had it working for months, I just put it away one day to go to a friends house and never got it out again. So now I have someone to play with me and I think it's time for some cow jumping.
It was nice that my mom took the week off to hang and was even better that we didn't try to force ourselves to be doing something every moment I was home. We hit a few key spots, saw a movie and then worked around the house giving things to goodwill and friends, but either way getting rid of it. It was nice to be back in my own bed for a few nights (I gave up my bed to a friend one night and then my mom decided to steal my bed the last night I was there). I realized that there is so much stuff at my house that I do not need, especially since I've been living out here with Ryan without it. Some things, of course I miss, but there are things I don't even think about, which means I could just get rid of them. Made it easier to make cuts when thinking about what to get rid of and what I wanted to keep and save for the future.
Not being with Ryan was hard, but I knew I was going to be back with him shortly so I took my time to spend some quality mother/daughter time with my mom and see my grams and all the friends I missed, and I think it was good for me to get away for a bit. I definitely did NOT miss Ryan's neighbor's effin' bass. Oh yea, we are going on a month with this shit going on. It literally makes my blood boil knowing that there are people that really just don't care. Ryan crutched over there once and asked them nicely to turn the shit down, and obviously they don't care. I don't think it bothers anyone else, because they are right up against us, but no one else. It's so bad!! Ridiculously inconsiderate.
So I'm back in Vegas. I had a long flight and then Ryan and the parentals went to Bite of Las Vegas. It was HOT. We found shade next to a truck and laid down our blankets and then Ryan's parents went and got us food from different places. (Ryan wasn't feeling all that well, so his parents practically made us sit down and they waited on us.) Then around 5pm Uncle Cracker came on and we listen to him from our blanket. There were so many people there. But being outside the concert was nice. As the sun went down the temperature dropped to something more comfortable. We decided to leave around 7, both I and Ryan were tired and so we headed home. I tried to stay awake and watch a little tv, but did not make it and passed out.
Today has been really relaxing. Ate some breakfast and lunch while watching the TV shows that I had missed the week before. So far I've seen the two So You Think You Can Dance, and one Top Chef. Once Ryan's friend leaves we'll go back to watching all the shows I missed. I think I'm gonna set up my Wii. I haven't had it working for months, I just put it away one day to go to a friends house and never got it out again. So now I have someone to play with me and I think it's time for some cow jumping.