Yes. Spending quality time with my parents definitely
factors into the equation – as well as seeing the rest of my family & some
friends during the holidays.
BUT, I don’t feel very guilty when I hunker down in the
house and do, well, nothing. I go to bed late, sleep late, don’t take a shower
every day and sometimes even stay in my PJs all day. I watch “Jeopardy” every
night (the one time of the day when NO ONE calls because they know what time it
is and that Jeani won’t pick up the phone) & watch TV programs I don’t
regularly watch because those are the staples of my parents’ schedule. I see
friends while I’m here, usually only once, sometimes not at all.
In San Diego, if I don’t putter around at least on the
weekends and get out of the house – then I somehow feel bad for not going out –
like I should be ashamed not to take advantage of the sunshine & beauty of
where I live - at least taking a ride…unless it’s overcast, cloudy & rainy.
Even though I haven’t been working for 9 months, I still
needed a break…from everyday life. Those little worries you have – the errands
that have to be run, the house that needs to be organized, the laundry that needs
washing, the cleaning that shouldn’t wait yet another day.
It’s worked out quite well this time…especially this year
with all the extra crazy weather we’ve been experiencing across the country and
the issues with the airlines. It’s actually been an added bonus because I can
use it as an excuse NOT to leave the house and no one has given me a hard time.
But sadly, it’s time to plan on getting back to reality…even
if it’s to Southern California. I’ve taken my holiday and enough of a breather from
my everyday life and now I must concentrate on finding my next work gig because
no one in the family has won the lottery yet – so my dream of paying off my
bills and bumming around for a year trying to find my bliss will just have to
wait.People used to ask me if I went to the beach all the time…I told them, “No. I work for a living.” It really doesn’t matter where you live for the most part - you do the same thing as all your friends and relatives…just someplace else. We work, do errands, go to school, shop, cook, go to the movies, read, schlep kids around, have doctor’s appointments, visit friends…just the locale is different.
So, as I prepare to go back to “America’s Finest City” and am already feeling the heartbreak that comes from leaving “home”, I know I’ve had my siesta and it’s time to come out of the cave, take a stretch and walk out into the sunshine and take a coastal ride with the top down.
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