Hermit Dreams

I’ve joked for years that my goal in life was to become a hermit. Not a real hermit. I still want my family around. I still want to see the handful of real friends I have. I still want to leave the house to do things. I just want to only leave the house when I want to do the things I want. I don’t want leaving the house to feel like the biggest mistake I make every day.  I don’t want to feel physically ill about the thought of leaving the house and dealing with my day to day life. It is only a dream, though My hermit dreams could only come true with one of the following:

Finding a way to get paid to work from home – I work in a field where this is pretty much impossible. I have a public service job. I would have to find a way to provide information to people from home. I’m sure there is a way. I’m also sure it is already covered by others and would be impossible for me.

Suddenly be good enough at writing to get paid to do it – That ain’t happening.

Wy wife decides she makes enough money for me to “retire” immediately – I can’t see this happening. Especially not with a kid still in college. Also, not from a person who plans to keep working after she is retirement eligible. She doesn’t get why people want to retire young. She likes her job and enjoys going to work. Anything else seems odd to her.

Win the lottery – Not much less likely than the one above, but I’m not dumb enough to think I would ever win the lottery even if I bought tickets all the time. It’s nice to dream though.

So, I will keep dreaming of the day when I can stay home and deal with people on my own terms and when I want. I will dream of the day when I can leave toxic people behind me. I will keep looking for a change that will still be leaving the house, but a more positive experience that won’t mess with my retirement date.

I will also try to stop writing about this over and over. I had another thought about a post yesterday, but it was gone when I woke up this morning, I really need to start taking notes.

Hermit Weekend

Leaving the house is overrated. Usually. There are times I wish we went out more and did more interesting things. There are times, though, when never leaving the house is the best thing for me. This was one of those weekends. From looking at my memories on Facebook, this time frame seems to be a time that I do go in to hermit mode. I don’t know what has caused it in the past, but this year I know it is the combination of work stress and the stress of my last kid moving away to college. I needed a weekend to reboot and reset. Here is my hermit weekend so far(hermit being used loosely. My family was around):

Saturday: Leave the house to go to the library to get my holds and for my daughter(home for the weekend because her dorm has no AC) to get a couple of books for the weekend. Use the self check app so you don’t have to talk to the library staff. Eat all meals at home. Play Life with family when both kids are at home. Take the dog for a walk.

Sunday:  Leave the house once to go to church. Never go outside again. Spend the day reading on the couch reading a book while my daughter watches House Hunters. All meals at home. Too hot to walk the dog.

Today: So far, I have not gone outside. I have no plans to leave the house unless we drive my daughter back to school today. If she goes back tomorrow morning instead, I may not go outside at all again today. Write a dumb blog post about doing nothing. Watch the Braves game at 1(pending family TV negotiation). Maybe read the one of the two books I have at home but can’t decide if I really want to read.

Tomorrow I will be forced to go back to the real world. The real world is overrated.