homebody

for some reason, all i want to do lately is sit around. don't take this to mean that that's all i've been doing. in the last week i've driven to myrtle beach and back, gone out to dinner with friends, conducted 3 clinic visits, gone to the grocery store, practiced...you get the idea. it's not necessarily that i want to just sit around and mope; i've been in quite the mood lately to mope, so maybe it's better that i've been keeping myself busy.

why have i, though? why does my life lately seem like plans! plans! plans!? is it because i was so used to the slower pace of married life? probably. when, for months, all you've done is go home, practice, make dinner for your boyfriend, watch tv, and go to bed, it comes as somewhat of a slap in the face to never be home. and i do have fun, and i do appreciate the fact that i still see my friends as much as i do even though i'm working 40 hours a week at a job that's in the process of making me crazy(er). but, as was determined when i dated ed ho, i'm a "nester." most people are bored staying home, cooking. when i think of some of the happiest times i've had, though, they didn't happen on the dancefloor or on any great adventure. they were intimate times at home, cooking for friends, laughing with my boyfriend.

those times will come again; i just have to ride the wave until they do.