I don’t know whether I should talk about this sort of thing via this medium, but writing usually helps me process things and find some form of closure, so here it goes.
As the title suggests, I have been feeling rather homesick in recent months. Don’t get me wrong, Las Vegas has been great for me in a lot of ways, but it’s really not about the where.
While I have my sister and her adorable little family close by, I miss the family I left behind. I miss my friends, some of whom are dear and near to my heart – not that I had that many.
I love the people I work with here, but in large part, they are just that… people I work with. I am very alone otherwise. And perhaps it is true that I could do more to connect and socialize…
I have two wonderful dogs. I miss watching them run around full speed in my yard. I miss my house, and I miss the color green.
I left a job that I was frustrated with for new adventures, new challenges. Looking back my frustrations, my annoyances no longer seem so poignant. That might not be the right word, but that’s what I am going with… poignant.
Of course looking back, we tend to celebrate the things we loved, as their faults fade more and more over time.
Perhaps I look back through pink-colored glasses because I feel very uncertain about my future. I know not everything was as it should have been back then either. I know why I left. I wish I knew where I am going.
The logical heart – an oxymoron, if there ever was one.