2005-04-12 - 1:33 p.m.
Routine has its virtues.
That which was billed a "vacation" has officially kick my ever-loving-ass. I'm tired folks, I was tired all week and I was on "vacation." I guess for it to have been called a "vacation" by anyone was foolish - we went to help set up for the wedding. I should have seen it as a working trip, rather than a vacation, so that this freshly-dragged-through-the-mud feeling wouldn't be so surprising.
A combination of being out of my element, a night of drunken post-wedding fun, and the trip home have really set the stage for the stars of this little ensemble - pain, exhaustion, and more pain.
It was the being-out-of-my-element that contributed the most, I think. I have a routine and while I do not like all parts of it (i.e. Being away from my family too much), my routine has it's virtues. My routine is predictable, it's comfortable, and comes with all the trappings that my wife and I have set in place to make our lives as efficient as possible. As much as I hate to admit that I like the routine, I do...and I miss it when I'm gone.
Unless the new routine is even more simple.
I think this comes with age. You may find that you're experiencing the same thing: the desire to be close to home and comfort, as you get older.
Home can be anything from your own cardboard box to a mansion in the sky.
Comfort may be a futon or a king sized bed.
We each define it for ourselves and rarely are we able to fit into someone else’s idea of comfort.
In a good relationship two people can work together to define comfort.
How do you define it? Ever really thought about it?
