I was, probably for the first time in many years, looking forward to going home. Sure, it was only for the weekend, and I would have gotten to see dad for less than 24 hours and mum is away, but I still felt excited at the thought and that is pretty rare. But a mistake on my part and a string of events meant that I missed my flight home, and wasted money. So I decide to do what I love doing today. Bake and exercise. Banana cake is in the oven, and kickboxing this afternoon to vent :)
But Ben is coming tomorrow and will be here for a month and I am so excited. No definite plans as yet, but some ideas have been thrown about and the folks and relatives are being very nice about it, which is a relief.
Dad just called and asked if i wanted to come back today. Sigh. So tempting, but not practical. It would have been a less than 24 hour trip home... :(
Not much has been happening at work either. I haven't been updating this blog from work coz it's not right to be doing it, but really some days have been the real doldrums. There was the prospect of working on a pretty exciting project, but that fell through, so now I'm back to doing the bits and pieces handed to me.
It's so depressing. Thinking about going home and then not going and then going and not going. Argh. I'm going crazy.
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