last day

I cannot believe how fast this vacation went, and how full it has been. Last night and today are the first day I have slowed down. I always seem to need a vacation from my vacation.
I am on the sun porch, my feet on the sunny window sill, Tutti napping in the chair beside me, and Diana quietly crafting away in the room next over. It's comfortable here. Diana is a special friend. She and I get along well, even when we fight. I can say 'no' to her and it is okay. You don't just find that anywhere.
I could live here. It's a small town half an hour from a big town. There is yard work and crafting and job opportunities (possibly) here. However, my heart still seems to be lodges in the cracks and crevices of Mist/Birkenfeld/Vernonia. I know better than to leave before my heart is ready.

I am packed and ready to go home. I don't want to. The stress of work is lurking behind my shoulder. But I miss my kitties and my things, as always. Sometimes I feel like an unmixable combination of gypsies and farmer. I want the joy and thrill of the new, but the security and safety of the known. Oil and water.