The Hotel Blues

Tonight marks my first night away from the husb'd since we were married on October 27, 2012.  I had to travel to L.A. for the night for an early morning hearing on Tuesday morning.  Not. Excited. At. All.  Well, I guess that is slightly incorrect.  I am looking forward to making a court appearance, since they are few and far between for me.  But, I am not excited to stay in a weird hotel in Hollywood, alone, when I have so much to do to prepare for Thanksgiving.  (Tangent No. 1) Chad and I are hosting Turkey Day this year, for 12 people.  We LOVE cooking, and I love playing host, especially to our family.  It will be fun, once I get the house cleaned.  I am a neat freak when it comes to having people over.  I live for the smell of a freshly bleached house.  Well, that is an exaggeration.  But I really do derrive happiness from a clean, organized home. 

To go off on another tangent, (No. 2) I am reading the book "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin, and I am completely inspired to begin my own Happiness Project.  The first step for me will be to purge the clothes from my closet and dresser that I never wear but hang on to because I paid for them and can't bear to admit that they were not smart clothing purchases.  My closet is a miserable place.  Besides it being insanely packed full to the point that I am unable to find anything, poor Chad only has about 1/4 of the space for his clothes.  Not fair, I know.  So, my goal for tonight was to clean out the closet. 

Since that didn't happen, as I am now locked in my hotel room, there is one more "to do" on my list that will not get crossed off for a few days.  Such is life.  At least I get a chance to miss the husb'd and when I get home it will be even more awesome to see him and get to spend the evening together.  I really believe absence makes the heart grow fonder. 

Back to my Happiness Project.  I do not believe I am an unhappy person, but I believe I can better appreciate my life and all the gifts and blessings God has given me.  In order to work on gaining a better appreciation for my life, I have decided to try some of Gretchen Rubin's suggestions, beginning with decluttering my home and organizing everything space by space.  The only other goal I have set to date is to work on this blog, because writing is an outlet that I have not actively pursued in quite some time.  I have accepted that I may never be a popular or well-read (if at all) blogger, but at least I will have a virtual diary of my newlywed life. 

So, back to the title - the hotel blues.  Do you ever stay in a hotel and just wonder how many people before you have slept in the same bed, walked on the same carpet, showered in the same shower?  It kind of makes me long for my own bed, slept in only by my husb'd and me, and going on a year now, our puppy, Jameson and cat, Cow.  So, while I'm longing for my own pillow, own bathroom, own blankets and sheets and snuggly husb'd, you enjoy the comfort of your own home, if you are so lucky to be there.

My sweet pup, Jameson, doing what he does best.  I am missing him snuggling by me right now! 

Also missing this man, and those kisses.

Hopefully my next post will be better focused.