I guess I'm in a talkative mood today
But I'll tuck this one behind a cut....not the happiest post, more "blah" than anything else.
I could have a whopping good time if I felt like it--offers have been made, but ever since I returned to NM after my visit in Phoenix, nothing has really felt "fulfilling". I can actually only think of my one visit with HF that can I classify as "I'm glad we hung out and I had a good time."
My first Girl's Night Out after returning - I didn't even really feel like I was there. I couldn't tell you anything we talked about or if anyone had anything to celebrate. I'm not even sure now where it was held.
I don't think it's as "I MUST move to Phoenix" thing or even an "I can't stop thinking about him" thing - because I feel neither. It's just that I'm very well aware of my dissatisfaction with many things right now. Something happened to me while I was there...I haven't much pondered what it was, but I probably should.
Perhaps it's the winter "blahs" finally hitting me...but I spent 4 hours out on my balcony in that 71 degree heat last Saturday reading - and it was glorious (started & finished reading "Angels & Demons" last weekend).
I know I can go to a friend's party this Saturday and get abundant hugs (and whatever else I want) - but I don't want anyone to even touch me. I've mostly had that "don't touch me" feeling for months now - but in Phoenix I was a snuggle bug for 4 days. straight.
Something isn't right.
The recent backpack clinic and research into supplies has me really wanting to take off to the middle of nowhere for a week. *sigh*
I could have a whopping good time if I felt like it--offers have been made, but ever since I returned to NM after my visit in Phoenix, nothing has really felt "fulfilling". I can actually only think of my one visit with HF that can I classify as "I'm glad we hung out and I had a good time."
My first Girl's Night Out after returning - I didn't even really feel like I was there. I couldn't tell you anything we talked about or if anyone had anything to celebrate. I'm not even sure now where it was held.
I don't think it's as "I MUST move to Phoenix" thing or even an "I can't stop thinking about him" thing - because I feel neither. It's just that I'm very well aware of my dissatisfaction with many things right now. Something happened to me while I was there...I haven't much pondered what it was, but I probably should.
Perhaps it's the winter "blahs" finally hitting me...but I spent 4 hours out on my balcony in that 71 degree heat last Saturday reading - and it was glorious (started & finished reading "Angels & Demons" last weekend).
I know I can go to a friend's party this Saturday and get abundant hugs (and whatever else I want) - but I don't want anyone to even touch me. I've mostly had that "don't touch me" feeling for months now - but in Phoenix I was a snuggle bug for 4 days. straight.
Something isn't right.
The recent backpack clinic and research into supplies has me really wanting to take off to the middle of nowhere for a week. *sigh*