I am so worn out.
It usually happens after finishing a major project. It’s almost the kind of a low grade depression, where you have no motivation to do anything. I was going to go on a walk yesterday, and I couldn’t muster enough willpower. I cancelled the gym session today and slept until 8:00 am instead. It was so nice.
Now I am drinking tea and trying to scrape enough brain cells together to start the new project.
We’ve got an appearance coming up this Saturday, then the edits for the EB are landing in early March. We will have three weeks for those. We might go to Florida for a week.
I have come to the conclusion that my husband is unhappy in Texas. The allergies are killing him. He wants to be able to drive to a beach. He wants warm weather.
I thought it might have just been our house, so we went house shopping last week. We found this incredible beast of a house north of San Antonio. It looked like something out of a movie. This grand white mansion that sits on almost 3 acres, all gated, with a pool and an absolutely gorgeous office space. It needed a coat of paint and some TLC and it could’ve been on a pages of any architectural magazine. Every bedroom upstairs had a balcony that offered the view of the hills. So the style he loves, the security of a gated estate, the amazing square footage, the pool with a screen cage, which you almost never see in Texas (hail), the office space, and a motivated seller. He ooohed and aahed and he loved it, and then he came home and looked at some cookie cutter houses in Florida.
So, we’ll be heading to Jupiter once the edits are done to window house shop and see if we like the area. The thing is, the girls are pretty independent, and it’s time to do stuff that we want to do. Plus, Kid 1 might be heading to Florida eventually.
I love parts of Florida and hate the others. I absolutely loathe Orlando area, because Gordon’s mother’s house was there and all of that is tied up with her dying in agony from cancer, and I still have nightmares about that. You know what else I hate? Those gated communities where they have manicured grass and deed restrictions and neighbors are in your business 24/7. I read “with a view of a golf course” and break out in hives. 🙂
But there are gorgeous houses in Florida and I do love the beach and the tropical nature of it. I would also like to have cool fruit trees. And since Jeaniene is in Jacksonville, it wouldn’t be a long drive for a visit. But more importantly, I wanted to live by the beach as a little girl and all the way into my twenties. In my head it was Mediterranean beach, mountains and the sea, because that’s the region where we vacationed. But that’s not in the cards, unless we move to Greece or Hawaii, so Florida it is.