I have been working so hard to make things work. I figure if I'm diligent enough, then happiness will be mine. For the last couple of days, I have been feeling like I just wanted to go home. And when I refer to home, I am referring to the apartment I shared with my cocker spaniel in LA before I met my husband. At that time in my life, I could go home and be off duty. If I didn't answer the phone or the door, nobody could ask anything of me. Now, home is my workspace and my job is 24/7. I must confess, last night as my husband and I were watching TV after the kids were in bed, I felt the urge to wrap up our date and go home. Long date. Ten years. Time to call it a night and go home to feed Bean and take her out. Then watch TV... by myself. Check my fridge for my foods. Have a bath in my clean bathtub. Get into my bed. Go to sleep until I wake up on my own. Call up my friends and meet up for brunch.
I did end up getting a good night's sleep. Then today the snow began to fall. Our house was warm and cozy. The children played with crayons and puzzles and my husband was up in his office working. Then I realized that one of my dreams when I lived alone in the land of unrelenting sun and concrete had come true. And this evening my husband ventured out into the snow to bring us back sushi for dinner. Which is another dream come to fruition.
