Is it odd that I can move to the other side of the world & not pine for home, but when moving only 15 miles away I've suddenly started to feel a bit isolated?
I'm feeling much better now, but the last week or so it's been really getting to me that I can't just walk to the local & meet my friends or decide to pop out for a meal with the girls at short notice, but coming home to an empty house without my boisterous brothers & my Mum asking how my day's been has been the hardest part I think.
You'd think that in the months leading up to the move it should have been harder for me as I was spending many hours on my own waiting for Mark to finish work but I think the reason I dealt with it better was because I knew I had the choice to go home if I wanted. I've been doing allot of thinking though & I know that this really is what I want, & in some respects I couldn't be happier...it really is just the distance part, suppose when I'm driving & don't feel restricted to the house anymore it will be better...not that I'll probably do anything different but as I said above just knowing that I can go somewhere if I want to makes all the difference :)
Mark really has has been a saint with me, I haven't been the best person to be around lately with having this amongst other things on my mind, but he's put up with me bless him & listened...don't know what I'd do without him.
I shall try my best not to dwell on things like this as I have done so much in the past & instead I'm going to look forward to everything yet to come *^_^*