I get to home tomorrow. My 3rd weekend in a row.
You would think that I would be dreading the drive.
But I can't wait to get behind the wheel. I just want to be there. NOW.
Like actually live there, now. Not just going to visit.
I want a lot of things. When I wrote this last night I truly believed it, still do.
Just didn't expect B and I to have the conversation that we had.
The same conversation we have had a million times.
The one that ends the same way - so why don't you make it happen?
That is the one question I don't get an answer to. Ever.
But I think I have come to understand that I won't. I'm content with that.