Ugh. Just realized it’s been 18 days since my last post. Where does the time go?
This past weekend was the first weekend that I’ve been home (and not house hunting or moving) since the weekend before Thanksgiving. Traveling from NorCal to Scottsdale and then NoCal and then Scottsdale and then Scottsdale again, I really would not like to pull out my suitcase again for a while. (Unfortunately, I only have a ten day reprieve before NorCal again).
Besides working, I did loads and loads of laundry, unpacked some more and cleaned my bathroom. It was blissful. Nightly walks to the beach (1 block away now!), home cooked meals, playing with the dog, wine –I feel like I’m playing house.
Looking back to the first year after my divorce, I was gone every weekend from Thursday to Sunday and I supposed when you’re running away from stuff, that’s all fine and dandy, but when you’re not, it’s just tiring.
But I do miss Vegas.
Perhaps, I have no more fun adventures to blog about anymore and, therefore, you have nothing to read. I mean, who wants to read about a girl that does laundry all weekend?
I still have some stories in me. Don’t you worry. And when the time is right, I shall reveal them. But for now, you’ll have to snooze over my boring laundry stories…