Tomorrow my vacation comes to an end.
I miss my husband. My pets. My home.
But...I will miss my Grandfather and Sandy, the Northwest,--the mountains and water, and the peace. Back to life, back to busy, back to survival.
Alas, I've come to the conclusion that I must find a job and this makes me sad. There is just no way around it. I could wait tables but it's too physically demanding and unreliable. A real job would be good and I am sad to admit it but I just have to.
Coming home with a clear mind and strong intentions.
Ready to see Bobby, ready for Bobby to see Oliver, sad to leave Washington.
Hugs lady. The end of a wonderful vacation is sad, and working stinks, BUT...now we can plan for you to come visit me! (eventually) :)
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