Smallhouse Log

Monday

I got home from work with what would normally have been enough time, but I looked online and saw the time and location had changed. I wouldn't've have gotten there until it was half over and let's face it, I'm short on cash. So instead of going dancing, I just watched a movie about dancing. It made me wish I had gone dancing. And that I had a large quiet space with hardwood floors where no one would be all like "Why are you making such a racket jumping around like that?" Sigh. Maybe someday.

Right now, I miss being alone. Specifically, I miss the ability to hop on a bike and ride until I'm the only person within a mile of me. I really, really miss the ability to scream at the top of my lungs without worrying that someone's about to call the police. I guess I'm homesick.

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