The worst part of my everyday life is waking up. I hate it. Truly, and with all of my heart. On days that I don't work, I stay in bed as long as possible...until I simply can't go on in life without caffeine. Even then, it's rough.
I think that's my biggest hurdle when it comes to running before work. It makes for a very long day. As if days aren't long enough. Try collecting debt for a living; it's like Hemingway's "Clean, Well-Lighted Place."
And then I come home, to a perfect house, an amazing hubby, and it just feels wonderful. I really don't think I've ever felt this way before about any other place I've lived.
I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I really do love it here. I always thought I hated this area, but it turns out, I don't. I don't hate it; I love it. Not because of the specific geographical location. Heaven knows it's not because of the weather! I love that this is OUR place. Our shelter from the storm, from the world out there.
I just love this place. I could live in a box, and still, I'd love it here.
I think that's my biggest hurdle when it comes to running before work. It makes for a very long day. As if days aren't long enough. Try collecting debt for a living; it's like Hemingway's "Clean, Well-Lighted Place."
And then I come home, to a perfect house, an amazing hubby, and it just feels wonderful. I really don't think I've ever felt this way before about any other place I've lived.
I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I really do love it here. I always thought I hated this area, but it turns out, I don't. I don't hate it; I love it. Not because of the specific geographical location. Heaven knows it's not because of the weather! I love that this is OUR place. Our shelter from the storm, from the world out there.
I just love this place. I could live in a box, and still, I'd love it here.
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