Home
I want to go home.
This traveling thing has really sucked. I know, I know, everyone says it's not supposed to be that hard for me because I don't have kids.
BAH!
I'm just a homebody I guess. Being away disorients me, throws me off, makes me sad and grouchy. I also don't like being away from my house or, for that matter, my husband (and yes, I'll admit it). It's just something about the inconsistency... going from seeing the same things and the same person in the same order every day to...
being alone in a strange town with work people who are only nice to you because you work together.
It's also frustrating to know that over the past several months my office has become a mess, my car is atrocious and my ability to finish an entire book has slid back downhill.
This should be my last day out of town for a while - and I'm so glad. Perhaps I'm just a big fat baby, because I know several people who travel far more than I do.
But I don't care! I still want to go home.
(Pout.)
This traveling thing has really sucked. I know, I know, everyone says it's not supposed to be that hard for me because I don't have kids.
BAH!
I'm just a homebody I guess. Being away disorients me, throws me off, makes me sad and grouchy. I also don't like being away from my house or, for that matter, my husband (and yes, I'll admit it). It's just something about the inconsistency... going from seeing the same things and the same person in the same order every day to...
being alone in a strange town with work people who are only nice to you because you work together.
It's also frustrating to know that over the past several months my office has become a mess, my car is atrocious and my ability to finish an entire book has slid back downhill.
This should be my last day out of town for a while - and I'm so glad. Perhaps I'm just a big fat baby, because I know several people who travel far more than I do.
But I don't care! I still want to go home.
(Pout.)