Reality Bites

The transition from vacation to reality has been particularly difficult this go round. I suppose that's what happens when you spend seven days in Paradise on the ultimate high, and come back to the ultimate low of an insane job, temporary residence, house hunting, and the will I ever get married anxiety. Yep, coulda spent another month there, no complaints. Maybe forever.

I'm trying to keep the vacation vibe alive, which even under normal circumstances is next to impossible. This is why I've been wearing my hair curly and using the word "whatever" frequently. It's called fooling yourself, and I am really good at it. It's also a delay tactic to confronting all of the tasks and decisions ahead of me.

Work doesn't care. It just hurls a giant bowl of bullshit and I have no choice but to deal with it. The rest, I can choose and therein lies the issue. I figure, Scott's birthday is this weekend so that's shot for house hunting and Ellie's christening is the next weekend and we can't break up before hand and waste a plane ticket.

Not that we're breaking up. Our relationship is actually the least of my concerns right now, things are beautiful. He asked me to write about him (sort of) when I told him I wanted to vent (I mean blog) before dinner and there you have the manifestation--whiny, impatient prose from the girl who is screaming let's go already (along with the rest of you).

So, anyway, my point is it will be the first of March before reality can really get moving again. House hunting, ring shopping, break-up, knocked-up...whatever.


  1. Chub a dub dub. You know where I am if you need to get away. Or move here.

  2. Break-up or knocked-up, you certainly don't mind extremes. Hang in there!

  3. I must not have been clear--things are great! Sarcasm ladies.


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