Out of touch...

I have always had my comfort zones. Since I was a kid. Places I go to relax, to think, to enjoy, to feel safe. Previously there were people who I e-talked (like e-mail but it was a day long conversation) with EVERY day. Now, I am 5286 miles from home (Yes...I Google'd it) and I find myself thinking of those I don't get to e-talk to anymore.

It's a funny thing when you get what you've always wanted and it takes something from you at the same time. I feel a certain inner-struggle to come to terms with these facts. I miss what I knew (even though I wasn't 100% happy in what I was doing) and I LOVE the new-ness of everything here, the chances I have and the...THRILL of walking into somewhere full of people I don't know and striking up conversation. Still, there is missing parts of me. My safety net, my comfort zone. I refer here to people. The one's you've heard me talk about as my Family. I miss you guys and I know you know it. Sometimes I close my eyes, lie on my sofa and simply imagine being surrounded by you. Sometimes it's hard.

Today, as I sat at my desk I looked at my bookmarks on Chrome and saw the one named "Craig's BLOG". I read SO much new that is going on and I love your words fella. I then thought I'd have a look at mine and saw a message that was heartfelt and made me realise that; though my comfort is far away, it is still there.

Another instance of this is my daily e-talk (despite the distance) with Flossy. Who has made me realise this past week that just because it's far away doesn't mean it can't be relied on and that, being me, I will find people here to be the substitute (not replacement) for those people, places, and things back home that support and hold me up through bad times.

I am so far from your arms, but within your grasp.

Thank You.