Back home...

Moving back home for the first time in 6 years seems to be a bit strange for me. I know that it will only be for 3 months, so by the time my tolerence is used up with the town and the parent, I will be off on my way to the UK.

Transitions are a funny thing. Under most situations, a person makes a transition from one thing to the other after going back to something that is familiar (even if it is for a very short period of time). Why is this? I guess that if this didn't happen it would be a change from one thing to another, rather than a transition from one this to the the other.

Back to the old town. Crazy.
-Untamed Mind

Spring is here. Last one to see while I'm around. I'm going to miss this place. How did I make it this far in life? Is this what getting older feels like?

New Life...

I'm city. But then again, what is that? I've just finished school. I'm done. 20 years over of going to school as a student is over. Now what? Slowly my friends have moved away, and I have gotten further and further from the places I once went, and now stay closer to home. I've lived here for 6 years. I'm gone in 4 months. I can't get stuck here. I would hate it. I can't believe that I'm leaving this place to go someplace new. One country to another. Totally new cultures. Fish and Chips anyone?

I'm not sure how this adventure will go, but I need to come out of my cocoon and see the world for what has been there all along. I need to be back with people similar to me. Make new friends.