I often travel for work. I enjoy "coming home" now that I actually get to come to my own home - not some apartment - where I always felt like a visitor waiting on the next place to move to or struggling to find a real home to call my own.
It is great to drive up and see "my house" - I guess the newness hasn't worn off even after a few mortgage payments, a lockout, a busted pipe and a few wild snakes.
This has been an especially long week (traveling coast to coast every week has begun to wear on me) and I was especially eager to get home tonight - and especially since it was midnight. Instead of whipping into my driveway - I get cars - cars everywhere - cars blocking my house and my drive and no sign of anyone.
I always try to be sensitive when I street park - to make sure that I don't park illegally - including blocking driving or by fire hydrants. Apparently, this is not a concern everyone has.
Unfortunately, this story does not have a fun ending - there was no surprise welcome home party for me (which would have made a better story). Instead I got to park up the street, haul my luggage into the house and be greeted only by my 2 cats and you get to read my complaints. Coming home is still leagues better than going to the hotel!
Welcome home and welcome to city living.
How frustrating!! I know how you feel- apparently, the house next door to us is "the house" for a sorority... & they have meetings/parties/ TONS OF PEOPLE over every week. The first time we knocked on the door to tell them they had blocked us in, we got "Oh thanks for letting us know" as a reply >:| .... some people. Glad you made it home though!! Hope you can relax a little and enjoy your adorable house before your next trip :)
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