I'm out of the Middle East now, moving back to Canada with the family, the pets, the stuff, everything.
What a pain in the hiney getting out. But once out, everything sounds good... sort of.
I decided that since we're without our stuff for 8 weeks or so, we may as well do a little visiting here and there for a couple weeks here and there to try and minimise our time without our things at home. An empty home can be a little depressing... but I find myself wondering what I was thinking.
There's the family that you're pretty close to, and the family that you're not close to, and then there's family that's pretty distant and like it that way. I'm with the third group right now. Tough to relate. It's been ok, but not great; not like you'd want it to be. Perhaps that's a part of me, and a part of my brother... we're both heavily introverted, so time together isn't really together.
I spend a great deal of time looking forward to all the things I can do now that I'm not encumbered by an ultra-traditionalist culture. It's what's getting me through most days here. Unfortunately, I can't start right away... but that's another story.
