It's a strange life I've been living these past few months. Camping out in a cramped one-bedroom apartment with a friend and her neurotic dog. Sleeping on a cot. No television. No Internet. I may be living and working in The OC, but trust me, nothing about my current situation is glamourous. At best, I feel like a broke college kid again, couch-surfing and partially living out of my car. Although, even then, I lived more luxuriously than this. The whole thing is so pitiful, it's almost funny. I'm not sure what I thought life would be like when I signed up for this travel stint, but this certainly isn't it.
And yet, despite all of my whining, I have to admit, it's not really all that bad. I'm making due. Sure, the cot isn't doing my back any favors, and the whole situation is far from ideal, but it does remind me to be grateful for all I have back home. It reminds me why I work so hard, and make the sacrifices I do. It makes me appreciate the life I have temporarily left behind, and keeps me focussed on why I came out here in the first place. Besides, at least I have a red wine buddy on my rare nights off.
Luckily, the countdown to the end of this nonsense has begun. Nine days until Mouse arrives to bring me home. Nine days and seven shifts, to be exact. I'm so excited, I can barely contain myself. Soon, all of this will be a thing of the past, a comical topic to bring up at dinner parties. We'll all have a good laugh at my days sleeping on a cot, fending off a dog who likes to eat my underwear. Soon, very soon, I will be back in my own house, with my own bed, and my own husband in my arms. I guess that's another plus side to all of this, it's highlighted how the simple things are what truly make me happy.
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