Homeward Bound
I work in Cleveland four-five days a week, but today is Friday, which means that I am homeward bound! I get to go home today and see Jason! Funny how past entries defined home as Cleveland, the place where I am spending more days than not these months. What a way to start off a marriage, I tell Jason. He insists, however, that it is all for the family.
And it is.
It also makes for AMAZING weekends. We’ve been on more “dates” since my traveling began than ever. The Zoo, Guthries, nice dinners, and this weekend we ice skate at Millenium Park. I always have something fun to look forward to…especially the notes I find while we’re apart. (Even post-week/travel exhaustion on the couch on Friday nights seem to be more romantic- but don’t get me wrong, I’d like to come home once my work expectations have clearly been exceeded.)
I have never loved my work so much, nor have I ever worked so hard. It’s like I don’t have ADD - I am always focused.
I enjoy being home - or should I say Cleveland…wait, now even I’m confused. How lucky I am to refer to two places as my home. Some days I get to sit down with my mom over dinner, others I meet Bruce for a bite at Giant Eagle’s salad bar and always I get Adam as a sleep-mate.
But I do miss my husband. Terribly. And I call him around 3:30 every single night to tell him so. And at 4. And my husband, the go to bed (so) early, wake up early, I need a good night’s sleep man, never cares and always answers. Which is exactly why I married him.