out

So I decided to take a day and just go out. No agenda... No plans... Just out away from the house. Tomorrow. It'll be 6 months since I left... Well we are back together. It's never going to be the same and that's fine. It could be better. We'll see. I do know that I'm not a fan of the house anymore. I want a freaking condo with a freaking pool because I want to be that person. I want to go to the pool whenever the fuck I want to. Yeah sure we can go to the ocean but from a previous post you know that I like ended up with a crotch full of sand because the surf decided to topple me over and let me bob like a cork in the ocean. That was not fun. A pool I'm not going to get knocked over. I might get in October by some little Brady kids, but that's different. There's consequences for that. Who am I going to yell at if the surf knocks me over nobody? And I can go to the pool by myself and know that I'm safe. Going to the ocean by myself. Probably isn't a wise decision because if I get knocked over again I won't have anyone there to help me get up. So yeah can't do that. So that's what I mean when I say I'm just not a fan of the house anymore. That and it's still fucking cluttered. I have tried to keep things in order but the dining room table is a clutter fest and I hate it. And I'm refused to be that wife who nags about picking up after yourself. You're a grown ass man. You should know better...

So what does all of this mean? It basically means that it's probably time for me to go back to school which will happen in 3 weeks because I have some serious cabin fever and I won't hate the house as much when I'm busy with work. It also means that it might be time for change.