Friday, March 2, 2012


It always happens. I come home from a fantastic trip. I am estatic to be see my husband, to sleep in my bed, to be home again with my pets, but then a day or two of being home and I start itching to run off on another adventure. I have to weigh my responsibilities with my wants and it depresses me. I usually end up in bed for most of the day, I am withdrawing from my traveling high.

There was a time when I was almost always happy. It was called my childhood. The question is how do I get that happy back.



lilmansworld said...

I can relate....I figured moving would heal my wounds....I cannot settle and its a problem!

paul peggy zeus said...

I wish you could look at all that you do have. You should be one of the happiest women on the planet - Millions would give just about anything to have what you have. I wish I could help.

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