What do I have to say about this weekend that I haven’t said about any other weekend previous to this one?
Besides the fact that I usually don’t have a heated argument with people I don’t know about Cesar Millan the dog whisperer?
Nothing really.
It was nice, we had a nice weekend. I got some things done (got my bike fixed, yay!), saw me mom, had lunch with an old friend (and she is old, almost 80!) and saw some friends.
But I’m telling you all, the Hixx is at a crossroads.
My wanderlust continues as my natural inclination to stop continues as well. My yearning for some “big party” at the same time I’d rather go home and go to bed. My wants to connect to other people, and then wanting to go home as soon as I get there and be with my little family.
It’s hard, not only on me, but my boyfriend who tries to satisfy each of the two sides. It’s weird. And I know which side will eventually win, because that is how it has happened for hundreds of years, but I guess I’m having somewhat of a hard time letting go. Maybe its summer, so I think I should be out drinking and cavorting. Maybe its fear, fear that I won’t be interesting and exciting if I’m not out partying. Maybe its worry that everyone else is doing something fun, while I sit home and watch the first season of Amazing Race.
But when it comes right down to it, the place I want to be is with my man and my dog, my boys, and I should stop acting like my mother, and thinking the grass is always greener, because its pretty green where it is, and any other green ain’t the color I’m looking for.
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