2019-05-24 Home Sweet Home

I’ve only got like 15 minutes so going to make this quick. The drive home yesterday was draining and just sitting, trying to think about what I had done in the past 48 hours was a struggle. I just really didn’t want to.

We unpacked the car, started the laundry, and perused briefly through the pictures from our trip. It shouldn’t have been exhausting, but it was. I stayed up until 11pm when all the laundry was done, toggling between writing a paragraph at a time and folding clothes while watching The Mindy Project.

We came home about a half a day before we originally planned which left us with a 4 day weekend because of the Memorial Holiday Monday. Well, it’s a 4 day weekend for Jim because he has to go back to work on Tuesday (though he actually went into the office for meetings today). Technically I have an endless weekend because I’m not going back to work…. ever again!! 😜

That’s right, I’m rocking that good ole unemployed life. I don’t think reality has sunk in yet. It feels like I’m just on vacation.

I spent most of my day today cleaning and running errands and planting more flowers and veggies in the garden. I’ve got about 90-95% of the annuals I intended to plant done (mostly in pots) and about 25% of the veg. Only one of four garden areas is done.

We’re hosting a family gathering on Sunday afternoon/evening and that made the annuals a priority, so things look nice in the front and back yards. I’m quite particular about how things need to be done and the only one that has the patience for that is me. It’s a great solo activity, just digging and planting and listening to music and thinking. It’s one of my favorite happy places.

It was a great way to spend my first day “off”. I’m really looking forward to getting so much more done next week while Jim is at work. It’s my first year getting to know all these new spaces (and there’s quite a lot) so it may take me a while to decide just how things should be.

I will say, it’s good to be home, and if there’s a dominant thought or feeling in the return, it’s that It really felt like I was arriving at home. My home. Our home. That, my friends, is a wonderful feeling indeed.


~Miss SugarCookie


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