The issue I have is that I'm not sure what to write. I have usually used this as a diary of sorts, occasionally trying to dispel myths with regards to my beliefs. I think though, I want to talk about the thing that means the most to me in the world: My Family.
I had the best summer. My Mam, Dad, and little brother came to visit me in San Francisco. This was a multi-edged sword for me. It was great to have them here and be able to show them my life, how happy I am, etc. but it meant that I didn't go home. I still refer to sunny Nottingham as home. I've lived here for 2 years and 5 months. It is a great place, I have wonderful friends, and I love my job. But still, it's not home. I had been kidding myself into referring to it as such. Still not quite there.
I think the reason I, and maybe many, operate like this is the people with whom we associate home. I had 3 of them here this summer but missed the rest all the more. I find myself looking to the future, to December 10th to be precise. When I fly off home to see them all. Things like this (from my niece) do NOT help!
Let's be a little more upbeat for a second. I had the best time with the few who were here. I did things I've never done here before...which includes jumping from a horse to stop from being thrown from it! Showing people what I am about really showed me how wonderful California is. There is no end of things to do here and I've honestly only just begun exploring. I can't wait to have the rest of them visit so I can continue to explore.
The reason for this rambling blog entry is becoming clear to me. I miss my family, I don't call this home yet, but I love it here. Maybe all that's missing is a family of my own. I guess we will see how that turns out soon enough.
I am looking to the future with excitement for many different reasons. This blog may even start to have some substance other than my own personal problems!
Oh, and yes. My nieces and nephews call me Uncle BooBoo. Long story.
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