Mark will finally be getting home tomorrow! Seems like he's been gone for MONTHS this time. Every time he goes to work I hate it more. I seem to be becoming a different person somehow. I used to love being alone. When we got married I was glad Mark worked offshore so that we would only be married HALF the time - and I'd have the personal solitude I was used to the other half of the time. But not anymore. I'm really looking forward to his retirement. The only problem with that is that if either of us (let alone both of us) were to retire, we'd have to change our way of life because we wouldn't be able to afford half the stuff we spend money on these days - like horses, for instance. And dogs. And cats. (Well, not so much cats, actually - they're pretty healthy and independent compared to the rest of the crew).
But I'll tell you what, I have loved change just for the sake of change all my life. My time limit max on jobs was about five years. No personal relationship lasted longer than that either until Mark. But I have seriously changed now - I have absolutely NO desire to change a darned thing anymore. Maybe Joey's mental state is contagious! Or maybe it's an aging thing.
Or maybe it's just Christmas that's affecting me. For some reason, Christmas depresses me more each year. But Wendy will be down this year, so that's a happy thing! Can't wait. I so wish we lived closer together . . . but somewhere warm. I don't think I could begin to deal with Ohio weather anymore at this point. Not that our weather is all that great at the moment -- it is POURING down rain. So I guess I'll head for bed and hope that I'm cheerier in the morning. We'll see.
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