Home.
When I stepped on that plane I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied being back here. My kids are here. My job is here. That’s all there is for me. I lack the friendships to lock me to a place. I am, and have always been, quite portable. Unfortunately, being here causes a fair amount of drag on my life, love, and happiness. I blog constantly about being unhappy in the home life, and after every trip that hard wall comes down faster and faster. Heck, we didn’t even get to adjust to time differential before everyone around us slipped back into their normal and made it feel like we were both the help, and extra people hanging around their space.
Oh to feel comfortable in your own home.
Some Thoughts:
- People make a huge deal about LeBron being 39. Well, Udonis Haslem is about to turn 43 and has played in the league for 20 years. Man is still going… unless he finally retires.
- Forever Companion may be the creepiest lonely person tool outside of the movies. I’m going to need to have an AI blog, but now is not the time.
- Time to start thinking about the next iteration of tech upgrades, and what I need out the tech a well as what are the needs of the family including what can be passed on.