I just spent the last month at home - and I literally did nothing.
I've got this room at my house that I don't really know what to do with. Instead of figuring out what to do with it sometimes I just drag stuff in there and shut the door. Don't know what to do with the papasan chair? Drag it in there. Don't want to space bag the comforters? Throw them in there.
Instead of figuring out what to do with this room I went to the beach, drank beer and mixed cocktails, walked around town, met up with friends, drove to Kona and hung out with my cousin.
'Taking care of the front room' was one of the top items on my to do list.
While I was at work on the last go around my Grandma passed away (gear switch but I promise this will come full circle). Sad of course, the end of an era for sure but, I didn't feel the need to fly home. It was time and the family was prepared.
This time home I spent a lot of time with a Cousin up at my Grandma's house. There is a macadamia nut orchard - and we picked the nuts, husked the nuts, roasted the nuts, cracked the nuts and sorted the nuts. We made a little packets so that all the family coming for her funeral would have some nuts to take home with them.
Preparing the nuts was incredibly time consuming but, it was so great to be there at my Grandmas. Be in the orchards. Be with my cousin. Talk about the family. Talk about our lives.
On my last night home I had a plan that I'd stay up late and 'knock out the front room'.
Instead, I went up to my Grandma's for one last dinner. We busted out the fine china (my Grandma rarely did this) and made a white trash pasta bake. We drank cheap wine out of her fancy glasses.
We laughed and talked and told stories about being in that house growing up.
Then, like total rebels we let the dog lick the plates on the floor.
Priorities. You have to make them as a sailor. Was the month home 'wasted'? Maybe. Was it fun? Yep. Is the front room going to be there waiting for me when I get back? Yep.