Heading Home

So, isn't it great, vacation, time to head home. Of course,this is if you want to head home. To me, home is where the heart is and my heart is here not there. I say a lot of things about my family that many wouldn't believe, in essence that I can't stand them. Let me just say that if after 18 years of living with my family you don't end up as messed up as me I'd consider yourself more than lucky. I've heard all the replies. They can't be that bad. You're just saying that. You don't really mean that. Don't I? I'm happiest when I'm away from them. My motto for life is if you haven't guessed by my chosen log in name is "Fly Free Forever". In my mind, the place I can best do this is here and not there. If it's cold for me not to miss them, to cringe at the thought of entertaining them for the next week, then so be it. I don't care. You haven't lived my life. If you know me you know that I don't like being controlled and I don't like being toyed with. So know this, in the next week while everyone else is having fun with friends and family, perhaps in an exotic locale, I will be at home trying to escape from the stupidity that is my home life.