Back in business...

My bead tray is cleaned out and loaded up.

I've got all my supplies ready.

IT'S CHOKER TIME BAYBEEE!!!

(Oh yes, the elephant paddle Finn`` made shall be mine.)

It feels good to start playing with my beads again even though I'm still trying to figure out where is the best place for me to bead. The computer desk is looking like the best spot so I'll probably be logged in all day while I bead.

I've got company coming again this weekend so I don't know how long I can devote to it tomorrow, which sucks, because once I get going I don't like to stop. But ya know, I guess I have to clean the house for the in-laws. *melodramatic sigh*

On the upside, this means that hubby is finally getting his saltwater aquarium back. His parents have been fish-sitting for us since we couldn't put the aquarium on the moving truck and the car was already full of our other animals.

I swear if we didn't have people coming to visit us practically every weekend I'd never clean the joint.

I can't help it though. I'm still fuckin' wallowing in my homesickness. It's pathetic. Anyone else would be over this by now I'm sure.

Even something fun like getting out my beads just makes me so homesick. I want my beads back in my old house where my grandfather once lived...on the street I grew up on. I want to sit in my old living room on the floor in front of the t.v. while I work away at making my beaded jewelry. I want to look out the window and see everything that's familiar, everything that's comforting.

My old house was part of my family for over 30 years and I've sold it.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

Holy hell this post really got away from me. It ended up in a direction I really didn't expect to go.

Guess I've still got "issues"

Note: Originally published April 28, 2006.