No place like home

So I've been staying at my sisters place since last Sunday when they've been in Jamaica. They went on their own, like a second honeymoon so I've been living with my niece. And the dog, Pysen. And the horses. It's all been going really good. I mean, she's 13, she's not that difficult to take care of.

My sister and her husband were supposed to come home today. Supposed to. She called yesterday saying they wouldn't be able to go home because their plane had had to do an emergency landing on the way to Jamaica. But they would hopefully leave within 24 hours. So another night in Send. Another day with the car. But I had been looking forward to come back home to my room and my bed. To sleep alone and have some alone time. A few days of me time before I spend the weekend in London. I'm hoping they will leave today. Although I'm not very keen on going back travelling via trains to work again. Driving to work has been heaven, even if it took me one hour again yesterday because of the rain. But Adam might be my knight in shining armour. He told me his brother is selling his Ford Fiesta for £500. That would be a dream come true if I could buy that one.

I'm on my 25th day without nicotine. 25 days without snus. Yesterday I didn't handle it too well. But I was oh so happy that I'm living in the UK where I can't just go down to the store and buy some. But my body was really struggling with itself. Left claw marks everywhere. Tore down furniture, threw glass, everything in reach. I better stop talking about it coz it's making me want it really bad. My mind is crowded enough these days.

Dave asked me last week if I was ok. I felt ok. But apparentely my face/body language was saying something else. Don't know what. But I know I've had a lot of stuff on my mind the last week or two. Maybe since Christmas/New Years even. I don't know really where to put it either. I want a few days on my own, just me. Soon. Hopefully.

I better get back to work now.

ta-ta