You know? I don’t know why but every so often I am just overcome with a restless feeling like I really need to get away from the city and its traffic and ginormous buildings and people every other foot. Sometimes I just want to wake up in the morning and hear birds or maybe barking dogs but definitely no freeway or cars or other people’s conversations. Conversations which they are having in their house with the doors and windows closed and I can STILL HEAR because that is how closely we are packed in together here in the Bay Area.
I’ve actually been day dreaming about camping y’all. Just me and a tent and a campfire and some really great coffee and some sort of meat grilled over open flame. Obviously my camping fantasy does not involve a campsite with 52 bajillion children running around. Anyone know of an adults only camping spot. Um… But not one that doesn’t require clothes. I’m just saying…
Because I never really get out of the mode of house hunting, I’ve been researching places where I can live and not look into my neighbors’ backyard from the bathroom. There are some cute places out near Sacramento and think of how much closer we’d be to the lake! Also, I could possibly afford to buy there without donating eleventy-two pints of blood and my first born child. I don’t know. I seem to get these flights of fancy and then nothing ever comes of it. We’ll see.
With school being as stressful as it has been, and the fact that no one has yet invented the self-mopping floor, and I can’t afford to hire someone to do my laundry, I had to find someplace where I could cut myself a little slack. As much as it pains me to admit this I went ahead and signed TheBoy and I up for pre-packaged lunches and dinners five days a week from Diet To Go. So far there hasn’t been anything TOO terrible and some of the things are quite good. Plus! I haven’t been to the grocery store in ages and it is SO MUCH EASIER to get my homework done, get to the gym, clean the house if I don’t ALSO have to plan, shop and cook dinner every night.
When I buy my new house, wherever it ends up being, I am determined to have a decent kitchen. TheBoy seems fully on board with this as his eating in style has been sorely affected by my lack of time and frank lack of interest in cooking anything on my craptastic stove, the barely functional oven, or my lack of desire to go anywhere near the tee-tiny kitchen unless its to pour myself a glass of wine. And y’all? I’ve taken to opening my wine in the dining room and keeping the glasses accessible on the table. I REALLY hate my kitchen.
Okay I apologize for the totally disjointed nature of this post… It has been a long couple of weeks / weekend and I really can’t keep a coherent thought in my head! Be back soon I promise.