Who says you can't go home...

Spending the entire morning in bed doing absolutely nothing feels amazing. I'm actually starting to not feel guilty about spending time on myself. In reality, I have nothing but time these days thanks to my new job which is stress-free and provides me with time to be selfish.

I went home this past weekend for one last hoorah with friends at the Brown's home opener. It was a great weekend, but made me realize I am not 21 anymore and spending the weekend floating between locations and crashing on couches is a way to spend the weekends occasionally but I'm glad to be in a place in my life where that is not the typical weekend. I'm actually enjoying spending quiet weekends at home with a glass of wine. Getting rest, reading and being boring. I am definitely at a cross road in life. A point where I am embracing settling down.

Going home definitely makes me feel home sick. I looked forward to these past two weekends and now that they are over and I don't know when I will get to go home again, it makes me sad. I'm realizing how alone I am here. Don't get me wrong, I love the city, I love my job, but it's just me. I have a handful of friends, no boyfriend, no family and going home makes me miss home. I miss being able to run over to my parents whenever I have a free day or being able to see friends, calling them up anytime I need a night out or just to vent over a bottle of wine at the local wine bar. I guess that is what happens when you grow up and realize you are on your own. Your happiness is up to you and you alone. It will be a whirlwind the next couple of weekends, with a trip planned next weekend to Indianapolis for work with a handful of co-workers, then a few free weekends and then home for a competition. October will be here before I know it and I will get to visit home again soon!

Until then, I suppose I should embrace the free time of relaxation that I have...and try and find a few hobbies.