A Friend, A Friend!

When you get into the routine of talking to no one but colleagues (and your parents on the phone) you find yourself getting used to semi-isolation.

After a year of living in San Diego, one of my friends has finally come to visit me! I'm looking forward to the weekend. This is a chance to do things my husband doesn't want to do with me (like go hiking, or sight-seeing, or just leave the house...) and get some awesome girl boning in.

It's going to be a short weekend and at the same time a long one. I've been on my own for months, I've been friendless since I moved here (minus my husband, who left in July). It may sound sad, but you really get used to it. I have a routine now. I bond with computer games, do my laundry, do grocery shopping, watch my tv programs. I've gotten used to doing my own thing when I want and not having to cater to anyone- not even my husband lately. But my friend, she is a woman on the go- always seeking adventure. I CAN be that, but I prefer to be more calm and.. well... lazy. I'd rather sit on the couch and relax after working all week.

I'm going to suck it up and deal with the loss of my routine. It's just one weekend. I need her to kick me in the pants and out of this routine, anyway. It can't be healthy. I need to get out and remember that I did at one time enjoy talking to people. I did enjoy that thing called a social life. Hell, I was Ms. Social Butterfly until I married my husband and followed him 2,000 miles west.


So here's to me getting out of my rut once I get off work and meet my girl. I may be married, but it's time I stop acting like I'm half dead... at least for a weekend, anyway.