It’s a bad week. Stressed out co-workers, higher expectations…
Plus Mark’s leaving for California next weekend. I’m trying not to think about that.
We had planned on meeting up in the Bay Area — but I can’t take off from work. I’ve now been away from California for more than six months. It feels like it’s killing me but I have to suck it up.
I tell myself other people have made greater sacrifices for their careers — moving an ocean away from family and friends. Sometimes I think I’m in a different world in the Midwest.
I suppose the homesickness hits harder on a stressful week like this one.
When I’m feeling blue, Mark gives in to my culinary cravings. One night, he made grilled cheese sandwiches.
Slices of swiss cheese between buttered sourdough bread and garlic salt. This comfort food tasted awesome after a late night at work.
It’s a bad week. For some reason, everything’s my fault.
It doesn’t matter if I chimed in and made my opinions known. They can’t hear me.
And that’s all my fault.
So, we try to escape on the weekends. We pack it wtih activities, sights, flavors and sounds — all to distract us from the fact that home is more than 2000 miles away. We did a good job last weekend in Kansas City.
We enjoyed watching Romeo and Juliet for Shakespeare in the Park. It was romantic, funny, exciting and tragic.
We did a post-theater dinner at Papa Keno’s in Westport. This is the Shredder slice – juicy tomatoes, pepperoni, herbs and goat cheese. Yummy good times with Flying Monkey Beer and baseball highlights on ESPN.
Now last weekend’s like a dream…
OK. Back to life in Topeka.
Back to sucking it up — because if I don’t, I’ll go crazy.
Next time you’re in the bay area, let’s meet up, if you have time? It’s sad when you feel far away from home and the opportunity to travel slips through your fingers–but another one will spring up before you know it!
For sure! I’m trying to work out another trip in September, when my hubby heads back to Berkeley for work.