The Great Escape!

The house was amazing! The decor was nothing to write home about, and the floors needed refinishing but the house itself was SO beautiful! I would have LOVED to see it done well.
A chair on the porch.

This is the living room, there are stairs going down to the breakfast room.
This was the magnificent suite that was mine, all mine. All $95 worth. Ha ha!
I loved looking up and seeing the staircases, the house was so big.
This is the dining room, I loved this room.



Last week I had had it with EVERYTHING! I needed a break from life...

I recalled a conversation that I had had with a good friend where she told me that occasionally she would go and revive her spirits by getting away to a bed and breakfast all by herself. I thought that that was just the thing for me! So, I looked on the internet, found a bed and breakfast, and arranged for Rob to arrive home early from work.

The day came, it was a Friday. Rob got home at 4:30, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I screeched out of the driveway. I got to the bed and breakfast at around 5:30. I sat by the pool, read, thought and just relaxed. Well... I went to bed around 10:30, and turned on Clueless, then I started to think about the refridgerator downstairs and how dirty it was, then I started to think about the fact that I didn't want the people to make me breakfast because the fridge was so dirty, then I started to think about the fact that I didn't want to sit with a stranger at breakfast, then I started to think about how old the house was, then I started to think about ghosts, then I started to think about the other person whom I'd never met sleeping in the next room, then I started to think more about ghosts, then I began to think that a ghost was watching me, then I was afraid to turn out the lights, then I started to think about the reason I came to the bed and breakfast in the first place. That purpose being to get a break and a good nights sleep. I then began to think about breakfast again, and then I began to think about Rob and the girls.

So, then I started making the rounds, first round, I called Rob and said, "can I come home?"

Second round, I called my mom and said "should I go home?"

Let me tell you, once I started talking about the fridge, she said "go ahead and leave."

So at midnight, I wrote a note and walked out the door.




Next time I want to runaway...talk me out of it.