InnerTeub

I had the hubris to schedule a one day work trip to Chicago in December (“It’ll be in and out! So quick! I’ll be home for dinner!” /moron) and, of course, the weather Gods were all: “HA. HA, you are so cute. No.”

Anyway, the point of that is that 12 hours after I was suppose to be home, I was still sitting at Midway airport, most decidedly NOT at home. I found myself strangely unpissed off about this development. I have, in years past, let travel mishaps get me EXTREMELY grumpy, but I think the ongoing theme of homelessness and disruption has made me care less about spending the night in an airport. I haven’t had a home to go to since November, so what’s one more night in a temporary place? At this point, they’re all temporary, anyway.

And on that note: we made an offer on a house in Colorado. It’s… it’s a good house. I like the house. The neighborhood is the best I could hope for in the suburbs; I wish the suburbs were differently located, but I think for what we need, it’s a good place. I dare say I’m even excited about it, which, of course, speaking such a phrase will ensure there is NO WAY we will get his house. But there it is: we house hunted, found a place, and we might even actually move into it someday.

I find myself now back in Minnesota, with brothers and in-laws and my husband (gasp! We’re actually in the same place at the same time!) and it’s relaxing and lovely. The constant travel over the past few weeks has finally caught up to me, and I’m a bit under the weather, so I’m taking this time to sleep late, read books, and not stress about working out or running around. With everything I own in storage, I find that I don’t really need much of the way of physical gifts*, and am instead happy to be with my people, curled up, and stationary for at least a few more moments.

*I’m mostly serious