It's Time

I am finished going out to Bill's apartment. I don't know what it is exactly but every time I go out there, I wake up ill on the second day. Maybe it's dehydration. Maybe it's the poor eating I do out there because we don't cook in that kitchen. Why isn't the apartment enjoyable? I am so good at adjusting my attitude. I can take what one person thinks as an unenjoyable experience and find something to like. I do that lemonade thing pretty well. But these weekends in the desert give me a visceral reaction. I want it to be over now. I have done my due diligence. This weekend we finally, FINALLY rented a truck, loaded it up, and brought Bill's belongings back to my house. I never want to go back. Not even the evenings at the pools at the spa are enough enticement to get me out there again. I don't think I even want to go there for a spa weekend, not even if all my expenses were paid. I am over this. I am tired of all the cleaning, all the stuff, all the heat, all the chaos. I am done with that town in the desert. I want to put this behind me. It's time to move on.