And away we go... again.

I am preparing to leave for San Diego on Wednesday. I just got back from Michigan and still haven't fully unpacked. I am leading the life of a gypsy and I don't really care for it. At least a gypsy is always at home, if a caravan qualifies. I essentially have two homes, a house I love in Tullahoma and an apartment it is nice to visit in San Diego, and yet there are times when I feel homeless.
Maybe I didn't understand it when Dave proposed this arrangement to me. When he said two weeks in SD and two weeks in Tullahoma, I thought that meant we would be together both places. It hasn't worked out that way. His extraneous travel has not lessened and so I am as likely to be left alone in California as I am in Tullahoma. We keep hoping the need for outside travel will lessen, but it never does. And the two week/two week schedule doesn't seem to work either. I thought we would be in Tullahoma the first two weeks of the month so that I can attend my staff meeting at the church and my woman's club meeting on the second Tuesday of every month. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes Dave has to go to CA without me. Lately, I have been seeing him about a week each month.
Maybe I am just feeling the spring gloomies. I have been feeling so down since I got back from Michigan and can't seem to shake it. Now, I need to get up off this computer and start organizing the stuff I will be taking to San Diego, return date unknown. Just like a gypsy.