Posts Tagged ‘nesting’

I’ve been on vacation for three days already and that makes me sad.

I’m sad, because most of what I’ve done for the past three days is sleep and do nothing constructive. I did manage to put my closet together and get everything out of the floor. I’ve set my shoes out and put my suitcases on the top shelf of the big closet. I’m feeling slightly more at home in my own home now. It’s a good thing. Still looking around at the stuff in the spare room and trying to figure out where it will all go. I’ve got some family photos that I want to set out, but I’m not sure where I can set them. I kind of think that we need another table in the bedroom or some shelves in the living room so that I can put my family photos up. It’s a space issue really. A second bedroom nightstand would possibly be the easiest fix for it really. That’s what I’m leaning toward.

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I’m finally taking a vacation for the first time since August.

Last year, I took my winter vacation early so that my circle of Xbox friends and I could get together for a grand event on our friend Marvin’s birthday. It was a super-long drive, but the whole thing was amazing. You might not consider Ohio to be a vacation destination, but the weather at the beginning of August was splendid last year. So much cooler than Arkansas, but still summery weather.

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Well, my dearly beloved recently informed me that he’s been reading all my blog posts which made me feel a variety of different emotions all at once. First, I was embarrassed, because someone I actually know was reading my blog. Next, I was horrified, because it was my man reading my blog. It’s a strange thing when someone you know and love is reading your thoughts, feelings, or writings. I always feel more comfortable sharing these things with strangers than I do with people close to me. I can’t figure out why that is. Maybe it’s because I feel like strangers aren’t going to confront me when my thoughts get as strange as I know they can get? I’m not really sure what it is that makes me feel uncomfortable. Possibly it’s because I lose the anonymity of the internet when I know the person who is reading what I’m writing. I think that’s the one thing that has always allowed me to be comfortable sharing my writing and thoughts.

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