Sometimes...

I just want to curl up into a little ball and sleep all day.
Sometimes...
I don't want to go to work. Ever again. lol
Sometimes...
I miss living at home with my family. Even if they're a little crazy.
Sometimes...
I just want to throw Kyle and Dexter into our car and start driving. Idk where I would want to go, but I just crave adventure.

Othertimes...
I'm totally grateful for my job, being able to support myself, our apartment, and the coziness of my life.

I guess it's just a personal struggle...trying to balance my need for adventure, and my desire to be a house cat. Maybe one day I'll be perfectly balanced out?