Have you ever had one of those days where you have been out shopping, running errands, or just driving around all day when the only thing you can think of is getting home safe and as soon as possible. Everything seems so aggravating and hectic and you long for the comfort of your own, uninvaded space. Although I am at "home" right now, I feel like I am in rush hour traffic in a city with no left turn arrows. Home is, has to be, a place where we can feel comfortable, be ourselves, grow our lives. It is here, as much as in public, where we define ourselves. Lately, I have realized the importance of home.
I live in a place I hate (I don't like to use that word, but I do). It just doesn't fit. I tried to sacrafice luxury (thats the only word I can think of, event hough I don't mean it in the opulent sense) for economy. Never, ever again. You get to a point in your life where a couple hundred bucks a month is not worth your happiness, even if you have to sell a kidney.
What I'm struggling with now is whether or not I continue to live here, giving up freedom, peace of mind, and sleep and just make a promise to myself that home has to come from within myself, or do I do everything within my power to get out of my lease and find a better fit on the outside, so the inside can shine through?
I feel like I am being petty or overreacting, but at the same time, I can't supress the sewage feeling that bubbles over when I come home each day.
Any advice or stories?????
