Stupid hopes

Every time I plan a trip to Albuquerque to see my family and friends I get super hyped about it. I get all worked up and anxious to get there and do so many awesome things.

But then I get there.

I don't know why I still do it. I KNOW that when I get there it won't nearly as exciting as I want it to be. I KNOW that I will spend more time just sitting around doing nothing than doing all the fun and money-draining activities I want to do. And I KNOW that I will spend my time thinking of all the things I could be getting done if I were at home. I KNOW all that. But I always seem to ignore that part of my brain.

So I come. And I've been here for a whole 8 hours--2 of which I spent sleeping--and I want to leave already. Here I sit, asking my family if they'd be upset if I leave earlier than I planned. I told them I want to work as many hours as possible before I may get laid off--which is part of it, I admit. But I also don't want to waste half of the month of June sitting in a town I don't really know anymore, waiting for the few good friends I have left that want to see me to get off work so we might sit and hang out for a few hours or so.

I feel like a horrible person, telling my family I'll be here for 10 days to do lots of fun things, only to turn around and say "Just kidding! I don't like being here."

But I'm leaving earlier anyway.