Per my last blog, it's become wildly apparent to me that my life is a series of identity crises. I feel like I'm always defining myself and being defined by the actions of others, and what's really made me so homesick lately is that I don't have people to be defined by here.
So here I am, in transition, trying to figure out who the hell I am and coming to terms with who I've been.
It's scary, it's exciting, and it's happening right now. I'm looking forward to the person I'm becoming.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Holy fucking balls am I homesick.
Been thinking a lot about my motivation to come here in the first place, and have deduced it's because of my family. Two-foldly: firstly, to make them proud; secondly, to prove that I'm not my father. Turns out, your problems remain the same despite geographical relocation. Bollocks.
I feel I've wasted time and resources on several fronts. It's true that I've learned some, seen sights and absorbed culture. Hell, I even asked a German boy to dance at a traditional Scottish ceilidh.
I've been in a pretty consistent rut and I don't know what the fuck to do about it.