I’m not a very good house guest. I’m not one for small talk. I am set in my ways. I’m awkward in other people’s kitchens. Oh who am I kidding, I’m awkward in my own kitchen. I’m not very good at being heard, or telling people what I need in a way that doesn’t come across as contrary. I am also very independent regarding what I want to do and when I want to do it. My Dad and Bobbie are most gracious hosts, and yet we need to check in with them and coordinate meals and activities. And of course we do; this is reasonable and appropriate, but I don’t find it easy. I have lived outside of a parent’s home for around 18 years now and while I am accountable to my husband and children, for the most part I can decide the course of my day. You know, get up, get ready, work all day, take care of children, meals and house stuff. But other than that my time is all my own.
Vacations are good.