Weekend - Home

I have the weekend off. I am home for the time being. It's strange to be here, in an house nearly devoid of furniture. I bought a few groceries to tide me over until I get called for my next assignment.

I have considered giving up my house. Sell all my stuff and just live out of a suitcase and a hotel. It would be more expensive but at least I would have room service and a maid. It probably wouldn't be a wise idea. Oh, I have the money to do it. That's not a problem.

I just think it's a bit nice to have some place to call "home".

I like cooking. I love the smell of fresh, clean laundry. I love having a place for friends to stay, even when I'm not in town. I lease it to families who vacation from time to time. Or provide my friends with cheap rent. I have another friend who oversees the property for me when I'm out of town. He occasionally will spend the night there and work. He's a writer.

One stipulation to renting my house is that if I end up having to come back, the people have to deal with me being there. I stay in the guest house in the back. None of my tenants have ever noticed me coming and going.

I don't bring men to the house. Only Chief knows where I live. He helped me pick out the place and move the furniture. I don't invite men back to my place whatsoever. I don't care if he claims to live with his mommy and daddy or has 12 roommates and has to sleep on the couch. It keeps my life from being drama free and my vacation tenants from having to call the cops.

I enjoy my solitude. It helps to me unwind from my otherwise crazy life. Generally when I'm home, I'll call some of the girls to get together for dinner or play poker. Yes, I have "Girls Poker Night" at my place. It's always impromptu but there is usually about 5 or 6 of us willing to place bets.

Sometimes, I will entertain myself at the movies. I'll take in a couple of double features and I watch everything from comedy to action to horror. Horror. Now there is something I think twice about. My friends Marianna and Kym both said I would never step foot inside a theatre to watch a horror flick. They put up a Ben Franklin on it. I went to two. Rob Zombie's H2 and New Nightmare on Elm Street. Both were boring as far as horror flicks go. I walked out $100 happier.

So this weekend, while I'm home, I'm contemplating a few things. I have a trip coming up with Hannah's girls, my favourite "nieces" and, the fact about whether or not I want to see my family for the holidays this year. I haven't seen them in what? 10 years? I know my mother will ask why I'm not married and giving her grandbabies yet and my aunts will say that I've gotten too skinny. The drama and stress those ladies caused is enough to make anyone starve themselves.

Cripes. I need to get out of here before I go stir crazy.

~Chelsea~