Alt title: it’s my blog and I can whine if I want to.
My vacation is starting to drag on, and I’d really like to go home now. There, I said it. I’ve been thinking it, but it feels good to get it out. I’d like to be able to say that it is because my father-in-law is sick, but it isn’t. It isn’t even because Goose is sick and not even close to her usual self, that Woo is being a monkey at times, that the weather is warm and two-thirds of the windows don’t open, that I don’t get to do my own thing, or that I am stuck sleeping in a single bed in Woo’s room. It is really none of those things.
I am just done with being here. I love my in-laws, but I just never feel like I fit in, like I live up to expectation. It wears on a person. Prior to the trip I tried to prepare myself for this, and I think I have done a pretty good job, but I see that coming to an end. I know that I should grow a thicker skin, but it has been 12 years, so I don’t see that happening.
I am going to focus on the positive, and hope that I can power through it. I know that my crappy time is contagious too.