Well, we're back from our holiday to the States. It's always very wonderful and very difficult to go home. Things change, it's hard to leave, and it's like living in a bubble. Shop, eat, whatever you fancy. Then the reality flight home and BOOM! You're back in the UK, which isn't home and doesn't feel like home.
My head is full of troubles at the mo. I mean, come on, they aren't REALLY troubles. I don't have to have chemo, or have my house repossessed, or enter into a custody court battle. But my constant concern for my daughter's upbringing and my constant dissatisfaction of where I'm living is taking it's toll. I don't mean to whine. But what's a blog for anyway?? Add to these two constant loops playing in my brain the other loops - my parents are lost souls, financially we are stupid, and in my desired career I have achieved zippo. It's time to make some changes and they're gonna be big ones. How do you know they're right?? Moving here felt right at the time. Staying here after 10 years doesn't.
I was always close to my friends and family. I enjoyed knowing my way around a city and the people and culture within it. I am just a boat adrift here. Staying here is for two people - my daughter and my husband. So I guess I am asking the universe, sorry, the Universe, to send me what I need. I need an opportunity. A reason to pick up and go. To move my family and offer them a better life. That is the question. IS life any better there than it is here???
Maybe I need to work on that question and get back to you.
Until then I will try and avoid the mines - unlike real mines, when mine explode like confetti all around me, I like to scoop up the confetti from off of the ground and play with it. Like people who have baggage and like to take it out and unpack/repack it. Oy.
later taters,
peace
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