Life at home

Almost 2 weeks of work are under my belt. The majority of my time is now spent outside my apartment. Some days I pull back into my parking spot close to 12 hours to when I pulled out of it in the pre-dawn hours. Yet, the long days, and long hours away from home, seem right, seem comfortable, seem normal. Even for this self-professed home-body.  After spending most of my time home this summer, I was ready for a return to scheduled days and structure.  I am spending time away from home doing what I love, what I spent so much time and energy training for.
 Yet, when I do get home there are still the dishes to wash, lunches to pack, and clothes to iron and fold. And despite the possibly of these tasks seeing monotonous, I love the routine I fall into once I am home. It is my home, my routine, my break from my job. This work is my other job, my "can do it with my eyes closed" job, and oddly, I love it as much as the every day, minute, and second is different 8-4 job.
I am fully immersed in real life. Life that keeps me at my school more than it keeps me at home. Yet, I have a life here, the part of my life that lets my brain take a break and lets my body recharge. Dishes, cooking, and laundry combined and I really wouldn't want it any other way...