I love to travel and see new places. I love to visit my parents and be pampered and stuff myself from their garden.
But after a month of being mostly gone (I was home for two days at the end of July), it’s so good to be home.
Even if my room smells like a campfire.
I’ve only been home a little over a day and I feel like things are returning to normal. (This is not to say calm or controlled or anything but chaos, but rather the chaos I’m familiar with.)
Yesterday, I met with the insurance people. Things are now in process. The upstairs damage may be more of a pain to fix than we realized, but it is what it is. We’ll deal. No one was hurt. The gecko is fine. Everything else is just “things” and really we didn’t even lose much there. Added bonus? My tween and I are interacting more. Who cares if it’s through the hole between his room and the dining room?
Today, Shoo and I are test driving the last car. I got in my Civic yesterday to go to the store and was reminded why I bought it and why it’s still a good little car. Emphasis on little. The summer of car frustration may very well end with putting the money we made off the jeep into fixing my old (but low mileage) car. And I’m increasingly ok with that. (And test driving with Shoo? That should be interesting.)
Then Shoo and I are going shopping for crickets and cords. Here’s a little PSA: replace your extension cords with a good quality power strip. Our fire was not caused by extension cords, but the Fire Marshall told us that’s one of the main causes of fires that he sees (especially those brown cords with the three to four plugs on the end. You know what I’m talking about.) You’ll thank me later.
This weekend, Beer Geek and I are going to another beer event, thanks to friends giving us tickets. Beer + time with my husband? Yes, please.
And on the running front, I ran yesterday because I WANTED TO RUN. I think I’m back. It was slow (amazing how quickly you lose speed), but it felt good. And really, that’s all I can ask for.
Yep, it’s good to be home.