I love to visit my family, I do. But you know when it is time to go home. I miss my bed, my kitchen, my tv, and not being nagged and picked at. I am not married, not pregnant ( like Robin the in red and black) and not too fond of my sisters being drapped all over their husbands (Rachel and Derek in white) and not wanting to leave their husbands alone for any amount of time. I think I prefer the engaged friends to the drapped sisters. Maybe it is that I am not married and not really understanding of the need to be attached at the hip, but I end up being a third wheel and I am done with it after a few weeks. Not that I don't love them, I do, I really just need to go home. 
I am not looking forward to going back to groccery shopping and house cleaning. But I really like to make the food that I like and having my things around. Who doesn't? Once I am home I will blog more, get working on the weddings I have coming up, and do laundry!
Utah, here I come!
3 comments:
I agree those married people, don't you just want to tell them to get a room! Ok just kidding, it is probably a little weird when it is your little sister though. I like my own house too! When do you get home again?
So funny-- sorry though, Jeff and I don't hang on eachother, we never really have. I guess we have a little bit of a PDA phobia. Glad you are excited to go home, it is always nice to be back after a trip, it makes it that much sweeter. Happy Christmas!
I prefer my own bed no matter where I go. Although cleaning all the dirty laundry and going grocery shopping right when you get home is not fun. I am however very jealous of you being with your family for so long for the holidays! I am bright green over here!!
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