Without further ado, I am ready to go home. I know, I know…the irony! What can I say? I miss my home. I miss the loud noise at the dinner table (we are only four people but we manage to sound like thirteen people and a hen.) I miss watching television with one of us or all acting as the commentator. I miss curling up in my bed watching repeated episodes of friends, that Julissa and Adrienne reality show which by the way I think is extremely unpleasant and the rib cracking Will and Grace. How I miss you Karen!
I am grateful to God that He has given me these hotel days to change my mind on that whole highlife lifestyle. As of tonight, I do want to live in a house, one that will become a home filled with warmth, love and guaranteed good times. Sorry to my high maintenance side but I think we have grown up a bit. Now that I have found new appreciation for homes, I am going to do some house hunting for when the monies come rushing in.
I mean, if I have to get a house it must at least look like a hotel.