Missing Home…

It’s 6:50pm Central time.

I’m still at the office.  There are still a few people here, but not many and no one on the second floor.  I saw everyone say their goodbyes, their see you in the mornings, and leave.

All with someone to go home to.

The cleaning people were here, cleaned around me, and left.

And here I sit.

Working after hours isn’t new when I’m on a business trip.  There’s nothing much else to do, so I work, but I typically work back at the condo.

Yes, my company has a 2 bedroom condo that I stay at when I’m here.  And I love it.  It’s the kind of place that if I were single with no kids, that I would live in.

I like it alot.  I like staying there.  I like the peacefulness.  I like being able to walk into a kitchen that has countertops and no dishes in the sink.  I like walking through the living room and not tripping over any toys or bookbags.

But for whatever reason, we’re lacking internet at the condo this week.

It’s being worked on.

I hate that it’s not even wireless, but even wired is something.  Shoot, even dial-up is something.

Do you know that there are still people on dial-up?  Amazing isn’t it?

Anywho, there’s no internet which really sucks because I had a lot planned this week while I was to be sitting at the condo in peace and quiet.

But since there’s no internet, I’m not working in the evenings and while I’m staying at the office late, there’s only so long that I can stay here.

And so I’m left to think while I’m there all by my lonesome.  Think while I watch my television programs at the time they air and not on by way of DVR and not with my children interrupting me eleventy bajillion times.

People keep telling me that it must be nice to have the break, and I guess, in a way, it is.

But I hate it.

I miss home.

I miss my desk.  I miss my computer.  I miss my dog.  I miss my kids.  I miss taking Matthew to practice and picking him up.  I miss the comfort in knowing that I’m part of what’s going on.  And yes, sappy, but I miss the boy too. 

Just keeping it real.

I like living on my island and working 800+ miles away from the office.  I like not getting sucked into the drama.  I like knowing what I need to know and nothing else.

But at the same time, I like the interaction with people.  I like having adult conversations.  I like going to lunch with people and escaping for an hour.

But I still miss home.

And the internet.

Until next time…