Homesick
So, I spent the weekend working ong the house. Better to say I spent Saturday working on ghte house. Sunday was a bust, not really that feeling motivated to do more work. A mojor problem I was having on Sunday was homesickness. I was homesick for the life I was packing into boxes, sweeping up, painting over. I was homesick for my life that had been tossed away.
It really started to wear down on me on Sunday mid morning, though I had felt it coming on the previous evening. I had been able to distract myself the night before, mainly by drinking and smoking and talking about shit that didn't matter. But Sunday, it came on and I felt homesick for the place I was in.
I really had become comfortable there, comfortable with my life. Now, I feel cheated and it hurts.
It really started to wear down on me on Sunday mid morning, though I had felt it coming on the previous evening. I had been able to distract myself the night before, mainly by drinking and smoking and talking about shit that didn't matter. But Sunday, it came on and I felt homesick for the place I was in.
I really had become comfortable there, comfortable with my life. Now, I feel cheated and it hurts.