Today is Tuesday. Tuesday means Tim goes to choir practice and Barbershop practice. I'm quite happy to have a husband who has talent in the vocal arena. I love to sit next to him and listen to him sing. But on Tuesday nights I'm just here in our little apartment all by my onesie, just wishing I wasn't home alone.
I'm not very good at being home alone. It gives me too much quiet time to sit and think about all the family and friends I would love to be playing with, but they are too far away and it makes me depressed. You can see some of said friends in the photo above. (I miss you girls!) I need to make more friends down here. That's all there is to it. I may not really like being a transplant Phoenician right now, but by jove, if we're staying here long enough for home ownership to be worth it, I'm going to like it. It's going to take a lot of brownies though.
I'm not very good at being home alone. It gives me too much quiet time to sit and think about all the family and friends I would love to be playing with, but they are too far away and it makes me depressed. You can see some of said friends in the photo above. (I miss you girls!) I need to make more friends down here. That's all there is to it. I may not really like being a transplant Phoenician right now, but by jove, if we're staying here long enough for home ownership to be worth it, I'm going to like it. It's going to take a lot of brownies though.
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