When the Sagittarius kicks in.
You know the gypsy side of me?
The side that can’t stay in one place very long?
The side that just wants to run, and never look back?
I am feeling that pretty strongly right now.
I don’t know why it is, I just know that I have always been this way, since I was young. It happens when I have no focus, when I have no motivation or plans.
Like every year in January.
When pretty much everyone I know is going somewhere warm. To lay on a beach and suck up some much needed sunshine, and find some unplanned adventure.
I am totally envious.
I am sure I could fit in a suitcase.
I am also pretty sure that the Vitamin D supplements are NOT cutting it.
The fact that I just started taking them yesterday means absolutely nothing to me at this point.
All I can think about is getting on a plane and going. Anywhere.
Again there are problems with that.
Like I have no money to actually buy a ticket, or in this case two tickets. I am pretty sure Bruce wouldn’t appreciate me leaving him behind.
That might actually be another problem…he doesn’t know about the gypsy side of me.
I thought I had her under control.
I had her quiet for a bit is all. I was listening to the Universe, really I was…when my roof started leaking two years ago, I finally got it. I was supposed to stay put, I was supposed to be here for a reason. I get that, I listened. I did what I was told.
But lately, I have been having those crazy thoughts again.
That I want to be somewhere totally new. That I want to be closer to home. That I don’t want to own a money pit anymore.
Because if I didn’t have this house, sucking the money out of my pocket slowly but surely, we COULD be on a beach somewhere.
The gypsy in me could be running free, being all warm and suntanned. Ok maybe I wouldn’t be running, but you get the drift right?
Instead we are here, fighting with a broken furnace…running out of wood, because there is too much damn snow on the mountain to go hunt any…dealing with possessed taps that do whatever the frick they want in the middle of your shower and getting rained on. Every. single. day.
And yes. I am complaining. I try not to most of the time. Really I do. I know I have blessings, I also know what all of them are. I am thankful for that.
The gypsy part of me is not impressed.
The irresponsible in me, wants to come out. Blatantly.
Neither of us are tied to anything here at this point. Well other than Colton needs to finish school. But come June…holy crap, we could just do whatever the hell we wanted to really. Except for the Castle.
It is the only tie down.
The dogs are portable. The Mustang is storable. And I haven’t got a kitten yet.
And you KNOW a travelling cat isn’t out of the question.
But for today, the gypsy in me is just going to have to be content with dreaming and hoping…she will just have to make it through the rain and the broken house shit, and pass on being irresponsible.
Oh well, maybe I need a visit to the spa. For a massage…I can nearly afford that, and an hour is better than nothing at all.
I will let you know how that goes.
Happy Sunday to you all…