Ding dong.

I love that my ears ring all of the time. It makes hearing high-pitched noises exceptionally difficult - such as microwave dings, oven timers and smoke detectors. I like my food overcooked and my house burned to the ground.

So I managed to ruin my cross-stitch to the point that it needs to be tossed in the garbage without looking back. I could take the time to fix it but it wouldn't be worth it considering that would require more effort than was initially required to stitch the mofo together. It won't even suffice as a dust rag anymore because if I have to see this thing again, I will probably burst into tears. Emotional crafter. I poured my heart and soul into it for the last eight months. On and off. But enough that I was invested with the hopes of completing the task. No more. And I finally decided what to get for Phil for our anniversary. His gift requires me to construct the majority of it, which will inevitably become a hot mess. We'll see how that project goes.

I'm feeling maternal today except that I could probably kill something, thanks to the ruination of my cross-stitch. Off to the craft store I go.

I think I spoke too soon.

Maybe I shouldn't be looking forward to going back to Colorado. We just got our water bill and with no one there to be using any, our bill came to $49.05. The rates have gone up a little over $10 per month. As if $38.48 dollars/month for water wasn't ridiculous enough, they decided to hike the rates again. It's not like we were gone for years, it's only been five and a half months.

I'm going to boycott and go without.

Home Sweet Colorado.

I'm kind of over this whole being in North Carolina thing.

I adore being in the same place with my family and the majority of my friends, even if that means traveling back and forth between Durham, Fayetteville, and Wilmington. I love the humid climate and the fact that I can wear shorts every day of the week without worrying about the threat of snow looming in the immediate forecast. I am thrilled that I get to see my husband every weekend and sometimes during the week, depending on what his hectic schedule allows for.

I have not enjoyed living out of a suitcase for the better part of six months. I am ready to go back to my home and have my own bed, my own closet, my own yard. I desire to bake in my kitchen, launder clothes in my washing machine, vacuum my carpet, clean my bathroom, plant things in my yard, take Oliver on walks in my neighborhood, shop for groceries to stock my pantry, and leave a satisfying butt-print on my couch. If I want to strut around the house naked, I don't have to worry about offending anyone except for my neighbors if I choose to leave the blinds open. Which I do.

As much as I know I will miss this beautiful state as soon as I leave it behind, I am ready to be settled into the place that Phil and I have transformed into our home. If everything remains the same, I plan to leave N.C. the last week of May. While I am not looking forward to a cross-country drive that is going to wind me through the mountains, have me creeping through bumper-to-bumper traffic in St. Louis and probably give me a heart attack somewhere along the way, being 1613 miles away from here doesn't sound so bad.