I’m on vacation from my permanent vacation, my retirement. I’m busy and I don’t like being so busy that I don’t feel like writing anything anywhere.
When I’m in the Philippines, Josie (my wife) pretty much leaves me alone. Her side of the family keeps her occupied and out of my hair. When I’m in the United States, I don’t have that luxury.
My permanent residence is in Olongapo City, Philippines. Josie owns the house and I own the car. We don’t owe anything for anything.
I’m retired from both the United States military and regular employment. I consider it a permanent vacation. That means I’m now on one vacation while still on another. In my mind anyway.
I’m having fun. Well, at least a little. I’m not doing what I enjoy the most, though, which is reading, writing, coding and learning. Every day spent away from doing at least one of those things makes me feel like I’m missing something. I’ve spent several days already (not continuously, of course) doing none of those things.
My older son, Joseph, thinks I’m bored. I’m not. I like being alone a few hours every day. My grandchildren, Joshua and Michael, think I need to be entertained constantly.
If I was staying in a hotel or motel (which I can’t afford), I wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I’m uncomfortable when I’m staying anywhere else that isn’t my home. I probably can’t describe it correctly.
I don’t like relying on other people. For anything. It doesn’t seem to bother Josie at all. And… I don’t like going somewhere every single day of the week. I’m quite content to stay home for days on end. Joseph’s wife, Diann, works a somewhat normal work week. She’s in the Air Force.
Joseph and Diann like to go places with their children every weekend and sometimes during the week. I was never like that, even when I was a decade younger than they are.
Perhaps I need some time to get used to being away from home. It hasn’t been two weeks yet. I certainly hope that’s all it is.