I have moved around since I was 15. I don't really have a solid place that I call home. Having no parents kind of makes it difficult to feel like you have the kind of home that you know you can always fall back on. I was raised by my late dad's mother. Don't get me wrong, she feels like home, but not the kind of home that you see in movies.
Since leaving Scotland at 19, I have lived in two different counties. The first one, I was living with my estranged mother and her husband and their kids, needless to say, it didn't work out.
So now, I am here, and I have been for about two years.
It's strange how a place can change you so much in such a short time. I thought that I was the only one who felt that this place has stripped me of who I once was. I was surprised today to find that I was wrong. A woman in her 30's that I work with (she has been here 7 and a half years) told me today that she hated the place and that she has changed and found herself to be more aggressive (eek) and she no longer enjoys the things that she once enjoyed before moving here. I had to agree with her.
So, that is the backstory. The short version anyway.
This blog is for me to marvel, rejoice, complain and just generally document what goes on inside my already full brain! I promise, it won't all be so bleak!
Love,
K
Love,
K
