I seem to remember saying that we were going on vacation. Did that actually happen? I wonder because I recall a week of nonstop fussiness, being sick, a ton of walking, and a great deal of going, going, going, but no real relaxation. And I thought that was what a vacation was all about.
I am happy to be home. Well at least I was for the first few days. Now the reality of home has sunk in and I'm back to hating it here. There I said it. I hate it here. I don't want to live in Wisconsin anymore and I certainly don't want to live in this house anymore. I want to live somewhere that has better weather. And somewhere that I can call a 'home'. I don't care if that someplace is an apartment or house. I just want a place of our own. I want to be able to live in a clean home. I want to have a kitchen that is organized. I want to have all my belongings in one place, not in a storage facility. I want privacy. I want the exterior of my home to look classy and well-kept. I want to be able to leave to go to the store or where ever without worrying about other people's car in the driveway. I want to be able to put stuff in the garage without someone else, who doesn't even live here, moving it around and damaging it.
That vacation is sounding good again.
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