Nashville was great. Between celebrating with friends, eating delicious food, and hearing some good live music, it really couldn’t have been much better.
And now I’m home.
I usually count myself in the group of people who love going on trips and being away from home. I love flying and living out of a suitcase and seeing new things. I don’t even mind airport lines all that much. But for today, I’m really glad to be home.
My Christmas tree is still up and debatably alive. It definitely needs to not be decorated in the next few days. Also, the dog hair on my living room rug is disgustingly obvious. And the clean clothes situation? I might have to start wearing high school prom dresses to work soon. (That’s not technically true, since I had a great evening of ironing recently, but I am running out of clean pants, which are relatively important in the clothing realm.)
I’ll try to blog about something other than laundry in the next few days, but know that underneath whatever truly fascinating things I’m talking about, I’m thinking about detergent and vacuums and boxes in the attic. And even though that sounds boring and sad, it isn’t. I’ve had fun in far-away lands like Texas and Tennessee, and now it’s time to enjoy the things I’ve neglected here.