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Jun. 2nd, 2008 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicThis morning, I felt such an acute mourning for leaving Europe that I physically ached. It was all I could do to keep from crying at work.
It's been 6 months. I have good days and bad days. But today was a very bad day.
I felt so much freer then. I woke up every morning, the entire day to do with as I pleased. I no longer have such luxuries. A part of me is really missing that, I suppose.
I had more time to read...more time to write...more time to think.
I miss the food. I miss noticing the beauty in everyday things (I don't do that so much here). I miss my friends.
I keep trying to give myself a pep talk...telling myself that I can make this part of my life work for me too...that I can make happiness for myself given time. After all, I have Lance and Reece to come home to everyday. They are all I think about when I'm not home, and I can never get home fast enough when I'm away.
And my dog has officially gone insane, so I just lost my train of thought.
It's been 6 months. I have good days and bad days. But today was a very bad day.
I felt so much freer then. I woke up every morning, the entire day to do with as I pleased. I no longer have such luxuries. A part of me is really missing that, I suppose.
I had more time to read...more time to write...more time to think.
I miss the food. I miss noticing the beauty in everyday things (I don't do that so much here). I miss my friends.
I keep trying to give myself a pep talk...telling myself that I can make this part of my life work for me too...that I can make happiness for myself given time. After all, I have Lance and Reece to come home to everyday. They are all I think about when I'm not home, and I can never get home fast enough when I'm away.
And my dog has officially gone insane, so I just lost my train of thought.