It just occurred to me... this is the first time a place has felt like Home since I moved into my first apartment by myself. That might not sound like much, especially since that was only 6 years ago, but that was the FIRST time a place felt like Home, ever. And I only got to experience that for a year or so before it ended.
I'm actually amazed at how much better life seems, in general, when I have this feeling. I feel centered.
Earlier today work was stressing me out (sometimes you just get a group of kids that WILL. NOT. LISTEN.), and I texted LittleFierceOne something along the lines of "I need a vacation. Soon."
He replied, "This weekend. Mini home vacation. Popcorn and movies and kitties."
I love him.
I'm actually amazed at how much better life seems, in general, when I have this feeling. I feel centered.
Earlier today work was stressing me out (sometimes you just get a group of kids that WILL. NOT. LISTEN.), and I texted LittleFierceOne something along the lines of "I need a vacation. Soon."
He replied, "This weekend. Mini home vacation. Popcorn and movies and kitties."
I love him.
And, yes, the new place seems to make all the difference in the world.