Still Here…

Just a brief update vent:

Things have been busy and stressful here. First we were in the process of buying a house. Then we weren’t. Work was busy. And then it got busier. The house we currently rent is being sold and now we have to move. Into another rental. So, add depressing into the mix of things.

 After working 9-10 hours a day the only thing I’ve wanted to do is come home and drink. I don’t. But I want to. What I do usually do is plop on the couch and watch ridiculous realty t.v. shows that don’t require any brain power at all. I’ve lost my knitting mojo, I don’t want to cook or bake (o.k. that may be due to the 90-100 degree weather we’ve been having), I don’t even want to pay attention to my dogs. Poor girls.

I’m in a funk. And I can’t get out of it. I hate living in a city with no friends or family of my own. I love my husband, but after days on end of seeing and spending time with only him sometimes I think I’ll poke a fork in his eye if he doesn’t just leave me the hell alone. I hate feeling this way, but you know how it is after spending waaaay too much time with only one person.

I wish we’d never moved. Yes, I know I’d still be stuck in Fresburg and that wasn’t the place I wanted to grow old in. But now I miss it so much. No, I just miss the comfort. The comfort of knowing where everything is. Knowing I could call on any one of my girls for coffee, drinks, shopping, whatever. I miss working in a job were everyone appreciated me and my hard work. I miss making enough money to never have to worry if I can afford the things I wanted. When will I get to that point here? When will I feel like my life is normal again?


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  1. * Kim says:

    Saying I miss you too probably doesn’t help much.


    But my birthday is in 87 days and that means you’ll be HERE! 🙂

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 6 months ago
  2. * secret says:

    hi there
    I’ve just signed up to be your sock savior. Give me one or two weeks to knit them and maybe one week for transport (i’m not from US) and then they be all yours. I read that there were alot of people needing saviors this round, that’s too bad. What a bad sockapolooza experience you have had.
    until next time
    /your sock savior

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 6 months ago
  3. * Kris says:

    Living far from “home” (whatever that is) is really hard. I’ve done most of my adult life. First I did an exchange program in high school. Then I went away to college and stayed there. Then we moved to NYC from Wisconsin. Now we’re back in WI, but on the opposite side of the state.

    It does get better. For us, I found that we happened into a great neighborhood and my son (who’s 4) usually hooks me up with other parents because he is so outgoing.

    | Reply Posted 11 years, 6 months ago

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