60 days in!

I am just not comfortable here. I agreed to take this leap for work, move away from everything familiar to me, my kids, my friends, for 120 days. I think looking at it, 60+ days in, more than anything, I miss my home. My kids, my friends, my co-workers at home, I talk to them, they visit, they are never too far away from me.

I really miss my home. I miss my wall fucking orgasms in my kitchen. I miss my kitchen. My stove. My bed. Oh, I miss my bed so much and my pillows. I miss the shower in my son's bathroom, where after a long day, I can close the door, turn off the lights, and sit in the shower for as long as I need to decompress.

I'm over the hump.

I feel like my chaturbate life has struggled out here, because I don't feel comfortable. I worry about the elderly neighbors calling the 5.0 on me for having earth shattering, screaming O's. I know you miss that shit too. I can't wait to go home on Sunday. I really can't wait to climb into my own bed. I really can't wait to get naked and spread my thighs in the kitchen either.

I am hosting a potluck dinner party Sunday night with my friends. Potluck because I obviously have no food in my home, and party because it is the quickest way to see the most people without leaving my house. Man, I miss my people.