That’s how it feels when I’ve been traveling… and then I’m back home. While I’m traveling I feel like I’m someone on a mission, I’m going places, doing things, I’m on an adventure, it’s a constant race of trying to get from one place to another, there’s always somewhere I have to be. Just a constant rush, rush, rush.
And then I’m home… trying to decide if I feel like taking a shower today or if I can push it one more day. It’s like, “Damn, I’m just like all the other stay-at-home peons now. I used to be somebody.”
Hold up. You don’t enjoy a hot shower?
My wife even forgot my birthday this year…
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The point is to be able to make a 👈
It’s kind of like why do you climb the mountain, because it’s there.
Plus, cake is good. We need more reasons why we should eat cake.