I propose we get rid of Indiana.

Well, we made it back. Both of us, the fiance and I. The trip wasn't so bad; but don't be fooled. It wasn't because we like riding in the car with each other now. No. It's because when driving the length of the state of Indiana, it becomes increasingly obvious why we should stick together.

If you've ever driven through Indiana the long way, bottom to top, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, your life is probably better for not having done it. This was my first south-north trip throught Indiana. I've always cut through the state going west to east, and I thought those trips were long enough.

Indiana is where fun goes to die. Indiana doesn't know the benefits of having street lamps. Indiana doesn't have exit ramps for a good 1,000 miles. Indiana's McDonalds have those big Hollywood-esque search lights on their buildings; probably because there aren't street lamps to guide you to them. I can't stress enough how boring Indiana is. I propose Ohio and Illinois inch their borders together til there is no Indiana left. Ohio and Illinois could fill up the empty space with like, garbage or trees or bright lights, big cities. SOMETHING. Give me something to look at. Anything.

But Indiana brought us together. I begged the fiance to stay awake, if only to keep me awake. It was us against Indiana. And we won, because we made it out alive. And because Indiana annoyed me more than the fiance.

I guess the boring car ride is one of the reasons I was looking forward to getting back to Wisconsin. That, and sleeping in my own bed. And snow. There were no white Christmases to be had in Ohio. But I thought I would miss Wisconsin more than I did.

Besides the bed, I really wasn't looking forward to coming back yet. I kept thinking about work, and I worried about getting it all done in the two days I have to work this week. I didn't want to come home to do laundry and put everything away. I loathe my barren cupboards, and dread going grocery shopping. I'm resentful toward my brothers, who don't have to go back to school until mid-January. I regret not leaving the heat on a smidge higher in here. I get cranky when I think about putting all the Christmas trees and decorations away, and hate myself a little bit for thinking I needed five trees. Seriously. Five. It's like a magical forest in here.

It didn't even really feel like Christmas. Sure, I watched "A Christmas Story" and opened gifts, but it went too fast. If only I had one more day. Juuuust one. Dang. It feels like a Monday.

Oh, man.