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.
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:) We'll miss you but I can relate. It's much better being in your own space.
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