Thursday, March 26, 2009

I haven't blogged in forever. Who knows if anyone if anyone is even still reading this. I really need to get back on the ball. I just haven't felt like myself lately. I need some kind of adventure, something fantastic. I feel as though my life stops when Husband is gone. I have friends, I have family, I have work, but I feel so incredibly unfullfilled. Husband just got home after nearly 2 weeks away. I spent nearly every moment of that near two weeks that I wasn't with Ashley, my parents, or working, watching The Office on netflix over and over again and reading Office fanfic. WTF is that about? It's fucking ridic. I've started writing more, though not here obviously. I tried to start reading Twilight, but I'm not digging it. Blah. I have zero positive things to say, and that really sucks. When Husband got home, I imagined some super romantic time, and that didn't happen. Usually, Husband and I are so completely in sync constantly, and right now I don't feel like we are. It's sad, but I'm sure things will get back to normal. I guess that's what I'm afraid of. I saw the trailer for a movie called Away We Go, about a couple who travel the country trying to decide on a place to raise their unborn child. Why can't we just leave this place and find somewhere new? Why can't we just climb in the car with some clothes and the cats, turn on Modest Mouse, and drive to the west? Because that's not logical. Husband likes stability. And honestly, so do I. I don't like going somewhere and not having hotel reservations. I don't like not knowing when I'll be home. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I WANT to be the person who can just go. But why? I'm not that person. I need to come to terms with that.

< /angst >

Here's the trailer for the movie Away We Go.

You know what's weird? I feel a lot better just having written this down. Ignore me, the rain is getting me down, and being stuck in this house for leisure AND work is making me really lose my fucking mind.