I desperately need a lazy weekend at home. My home. Our home. With all my stuff around me. I want to mooch around in my big socks, drink tea, play some music, drink tea, look out the window, practice on my piano. Cook something. Bake something. Chase the cat. Do some crafting. Write on a story. Read a book. Play on my Xbox. Edit some photos. Sing in the shower.
I feel a bit lost and sad right now. Too much going on at work. All my stuff in storage. I know it’s only six days left until we get the keys to our new place. It won’t be long now. Hopefully we’ll get unpacked fairly quickly . I just need some sense of order and familiarity. My day job is seriously taking a toll on me right now, and I have nowhere to go and reboot and recover.
At least the weather is good. And some mornings I have time to pick up an awesome latte. And I DO get to cuddle my cat. And my boyfriend.