Yay! My stuff is here! The movers got here last night, which kinda pissed me off because A) They were supposed to call 1 day in advance so DH could take the day off and B) They came at 7:30 pm. Umm hi, I have kids I'd like to get to bed. And with how crappy I feel, who wants to guess how much I wanted to be moving boxes/unpacking until midnight? I'll give you 2 guesses.
But YAY my clothes are here, my shoes, my 25 bottles of body wash and shampoo and my fancy undies. My crock pot and ACTUAL dishes. My gosh, I was getting so very tired of looking at Spongebob at every meal. The list is endless really of all the normal household things I have now and the joy I feel.
So I will leave you with this gem:
I'm thinking it's not so much going home to OC that I want. I think it's the feeling of knowing where I am. Having friends. Having my mom. Having a house that's (semi) orderly. Know what I mean. I miss the feeling so intensely, not the place.... hmmmmm.
But YAY my clothes are here, my shoes, my 25 bottles of body wash and shampoo and my fancy undies. My crock pot and ACTUAL dishes. My gosh, I was getting so very tired of looking at Spongebob at every meal. The list is endless really of all the normal household things I have now and the joy I feel.
So I will leave you with this gem:
I'm thinking it's not so much going home to OC that I want. I think it's the feeling of knowing where I am. Having friends. Having my mom. Having a house that's (semi) orderly. Know what I mean. I miss the feeling so intensely, not the place.... hmmmmm.
1 Comments:
Honey, I'm so with you on the last comment. ((hugs))
As for your stuff - ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
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