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Too much happening right now, I feel almost as if I'm on sensory overload.
The last 'missing' person in my life is good and should be headed home today. I got notice on Saturday AM from a mutual friend that he was at Royal Free. This morning I learn of a huge raid up in Leeds that is directly tied to the London Bombings. Why is it that I have more faith in the steadfast, plodding, diligence of the UK metro and police forces then I do in my own country?
The Enigma looks at me askance when I say, I'd happily live in the UK again. He never wants to go back. This place isn't perfect, but it's home now, to him and to his kids and to his friends. I suppose I can understand that. Then I look around at this hack job of a government we have. This infantile and barely toddling military democratic junta and I wonder at the rest of the world (and he's been around the world more than a few times and lived in Sweden, Australia, Japan, Singapore...) and what it must be like, to make this place seem desirable.
I had a total geek date on Saturday night! A trip to Fry's Computer store to scope out a motherboard and box for the Mad Scientist who is building himself a computer. Then he took me home and made me dinner. Long unwinding hours of conversation and play later I went home and slept like the dead.
Yesterday was my worst day for many reasons, not the least of which was a sobbing session with my therapist in which we both burst into tears as we did our wrap up and said our goodbyes. I now have a list of phone numbers to total strangers that I have left rambling voice mails too, and will do some follow up in order to find myself a new therapist. Claudia was once a stranger too, but she certainly doesn't feel that way now, after 18 months of intense and intensely personal work. I will truly miss her.
There is much more going on in my mind and life, but not all of which I feel up to articulating...so bare with me...I'm not going anywhere :D
The last 'missing' person in my life is good and should be headed home today. I got notice on Saturday AM from a mutual friend that he was at Royal Free. This morning I learn of a huge raid up in Leeds that is directly tied to the London Bombings. Why is it that I have more faith in the steadfast, plodding, diligence of the UK metro and police forces then I do in my own country?
The Enigma looks at me askance when I say, I'd happily live in the UK again. He never wants to go back. This place isn't perfect, but it's home now, to him and to his kids and to his friends. I suppose I can understand that. Then I look around at this hack job of a government we have. This infantile and barely toddling military democratic junta and I wonder at the rest of the world (and he's been around the world more than a few times and lived in Sweden, Australia, Japan, Singapore...) and what it must be like, to make this place seem desirable.
I had a total geek date on Saturday night! A trip to Fry's Computer store to scope out a motherboard and box for the Mad Scientist who is building himself a computer. Then he took me home and made me dinner. Long unwinding hours of conversation and play later I went home and slept like the dead.
Yesterday was my worst day for many reasons, not the least of which was a sobbing session with my therapist in which we both burst into tears as we did our wrap up and said our goodbyes. I now have a list of phone numbers to total strangers that I have left rambling voice mails too, and will do some follow up in order to find myself a new therapist. Claudia was once a stranger too, but she certainly doesn't feel that way now, after 18 months of intense and intensely personal work. I will truly miss her.
There is much more going on in my mind and life, but not all of which I feel up to articulating...so bare with me...I'm not going anywhere :D
