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podlingWell I'm back in the greater NYC area once again. Unlike the majority of people, only about an hour of my drive back sucked, and it took me about the same amount of time to get back here from MA as it always does. Though it took less than it generally does on holidays for me which was very nice. I did leave later than normal, which pretty much always makes my life easier. There was rain, it was annoying, but it eased up by Hartford, then stopped completely thereafter. Yay!
Anyway, the trip was nice. I saw many people, did many things, watched much tv. Okay, yes, I know that tv should not be in the same category, but it really was. If anything, I think getting used to not being able to turn on the tv at my house will be the worst thing about coming back here. It was great to see people though, really, really great! Had so much fun! And it was nice to be able to just be somewhere and not... do anything. Not that I didn't do anything, I mean, I baked, I spent time with people, I tolerated family events, etc. But still. Coming back was weird. The drive wasn't hideous, I wasn't starving during it as usually happens. I got home and unloaded my car and had some cereal and was halfway unpacked by 9:30 pm. The coffee trees didn't fare too well with the lowered temperature in the house, guess I learned my lesson there. The poor, poor coffee trees lost 20 leaves. Anyway, I put the firewood into the log ring on the deck, debated lighting a fire, then realized how quiet my condo is comparatively. It started unnerving me. There's no traffic noise, and the heat doesn't come on that often and even when it does there's no scary clanking noises, and there are no people noises. And as much as I was glad to be back here, it's lonely without other people around and a dog following me everywhere I go. So that was kind of weird.
But then I started thinking about everything, and about a conversation![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sidruid* and I were having the other night. He pointed out that I seem happy now, definitely happier than I was last year, and probably happier than I've been in a few years. Thinking on it, I realized he's right. The job is going well, the money issues are slowly (oh so slowly) being resolved, I'm healthier in a general sort of way, and I'm happier with how I look and feel. I mean, not everything is perfect, and there've certainly been some very down moments, even recently, but... yeah. So there's definitely room for improvement in my life but I guess I am happy, even if my house will seem a bit empty until I get used to it again. That seems so... different. :)
*sidruid is having a b-day party this saturday. Everyone should go.
Anyway, the trip was nice. I saw many people, did many things, watched much tv. Okay, yes, I know that tv should not be in the same category, but it really was. If anything, I think getting used to not being able to turn on the tv at my house will be the worst thing about coming back here. It was great to see people though, really, really great! Had so much fun! And it was nice to be able to just be somewhere and not... do anything. Not that I didn't do anything, I mean, I baked, I spent time with people, I tolerated family events, etc. But still. Coming back was weird. The drive wasn't hideous, I wasn't starving during it as usually happens. I got home and unloaded my car and had some cereal and was halfway unpacked by 9:30 pm. The coffee trees didn't fare too well with the lowered temperature in the house, guess I learned my lesson there. The poor, poor coffee trees lost 20 leaves. Anyway, I put the firewood into the log ring on the deck, debated lighting a fire, then realized how quiet my condo is comparatively. It started unnerving me. There's no traffic noise, and the heat doesn't come on that often and even when it does there's no scary clanking noises, and there are no people noises. And as much as I was glad to be back here, it's lonely without other people around and a dog following me everywhere I go. So that was kind of weird.
But then I started thinking about everything, and about a conversation
sidruid* and I were having the other night. He pointed out that I seem happy now, definitely happier than I was last year, and probably happier than I've been in a few years. Thinking on it, I realized he's right. The job is going well, the money issues are slowly (oh so slowly) being resolved, I'm healthier in a general sort of way, and I'm happier with how I look and feel. I mean, not everything is perfect, and there've certainly been some very down moments, even recently, but... yeah. So there's definitely room for improvement in my life but I guess I am happy, even if my house will seem a bit empty until I get used to it again. That seems so... different. :)*
sidruid is having a b-day party this saturday. Everyone should go.
