Get me away from here, I'm dying

I have spent too many hours inside this house lately. There's nothing wrong with it. But it's there, and it's been eating away at me. I can't stand it. I need to get out. I feel stupid saying it, but "I need to get out more." Really.

I've got twenty or so more days here in this pad, and I want to make them all good, every last one. Anyone want to help? Let's plan an appointment for tomorrow, the next day, or the one after that.

Crazy thing is, I know when I leave, I will feel happy that I spent so much time at home with family. It's something that crossed my mind often this past autumn, how I felt so detached from them.

Not really homesick. Just fond.

"Your Confidant"