I am losing my mind. Hell, I am losing me. You would think Fridays would be fun, especially when they are cut in half but fully paid. Not so. Not today. I am sick of here. I need home. There. I said it. I want to go home. I miss my mommy. I am a sad, pathetic, homesick child, wanting to go back to the ocean. Back to the sea. I don’t care for this landlocked existence at this moment. If I could quit my job, quit my house, quit my quaint little life, I would. Right here, right now. Lashing out? Girl with a bad attitude? You betcha. I can’t have it any other way.
I don’t like to write about work. I don’t like that part of my life, especially in here. But, I can’t help it. Not today. What part of YouDon’tWorkHere don’t you understand? Why go back to As If Nothing Happened when you are told you aren’t wanted? Why create a scene that hurts your pride more than it hurts my heart? I don’t get it. Why does it have to be so complicated? Drop off your keys and go. Please.
I offered a friend a saving solution – come home with me. June seems like the perfect month for running away. You, me and a big bottle of Merlot. Okay, make it some frilly pink stuff and call it good. I’ll call it great…but only if I can sip it down by the sea. Down by the sea in the shadow of a big red house. Take me home because in my heart, I’m already there. If you dare it, I’ll do it.