this year

Last year, I was so homesick.
While being overworked, and torqued beyond my breaking point, my mind would wander and invariably, take me to my happy place (San Francisco!)

I would count the days until I could wear a light jacket, walk around the slighty moist night air, arm in arm with my hubby, doing something fun, anything. I envisioned art galleries, dance clubs, DJs, drinks, night lights, restaurants, laughter, good times.

The reality of this year has been basically my working my ass off, sleeping during the day, waking up at night, and laying on this couch, with the TV on, while bad movies you'd never watch during the day are on.

I went to a New Year's eve party, and I think I've tried about three new restaurants. Maybe.

My year here is drawing to an end, and come the start of September I'm going to have done next to nothing in the way of entertainment and enjoying myself. I will return to not only the hectic schedule of an impacted program, but three additional classes that I would have been taking this summer, if I had been able. So, pretty much, I guess...this IS my fun.

Let's see what's on AMC.
(sigh)