The last 4 years have been thrilling, exciting, adventurous, and a missing just a little something.
I spent the last 4 years or so living in the Middle East. A completely different culture, base religion, attitude, just everytyhing was different from my Canada homeland. It was pretty cool.
I've written about this before. The first two years were just awesome wiht all the new things and new experiences. The next year was pretty good. The fourth was time to come home. We're not sure that we've made the right choice overall - but for me, being home here as opened up a door that has been closed for so very long. Me, and outside.
One just doesn't dress up in that part of the world. It's a little on the illegal side. Fairly dangerous. Good deporation material. Just don't do it!
But here... on at least a weekly basis, I'm dressed and out an about living my life. I think I skipped quite a few years of "out". I remember my first outing maybe 10 years ago. 11 pm, dark of night, got into the car, got gas and grabbed a pop at the 24h drive-through. My second outing was a year or so after that to a Halloween party. Sounds pretty stereotypical CD, doesn't it?
My third and fourth were on the times I had vacation and came back home for a couple of weeks. Number 3 was just a couple of years ago, to hit the mall in broad daylight for a makeup lesson. I did cheat a little: it was first thing in the morning - the teens were either at work or still in bed. Number 4 was a shopping trip to the same mall... after noon. full population. I was ecstatic.
Fast forward to today where I've been out a dozen times in the last couple months. Tossing trash, getting groceries, picking up home fix-it things. Everyday stuff. I think I'm the only CD that went to Home Depot to get a new WC valve before I hit a TG friendly club!
Life is good for Blaire; now all that has to happen is for her other side to catch up to that!
I spent the last 4 years or so living in the Middle East. A completely different culture, base religion, attitude, just everytyhing was different from my Canada homeland. It was pretty cool.
I've written about this before. The first two years were just awesome wiht all the new things and new experiences. The next year was pretty good. The fourth was time to come home. We're not sure that we've made the right choice overall - but for me, being home here as opened up a door that has been closed for so very long. Me, and outside.
One just doesn't dress up in that part of the world. It's a little on the illegal side. Fairly dangerous. Good deporation material. Just don't do it!
But here... on at least a weekly basis, I'm dressed and out an about living my life. I think I skipped quite a few years of "out". I remember my first outing maybe 10 years ago. 11 pm, dark of night, got into the car, got gas and grabbed a pop at the 24h drive-through. My second outing was a year or so after that to a Halloween party. Sounds pretty stereotypical CD, doesn't it?
My third and fourth were on the times I had vacation and came back home for a couple of weeks. Number 3 was just a couple of years ago, to hit the mall in broad daylight for a makeup lesson. I did cheat a little: it was first thing in the morning - the teens were either at work or still in bed. Number 4 was a shopping trip to the same mall... after noon. full population. I was ecstatic.
Fast forward to today where I've been out a dozen times in the last couple months. Tossing trash, getting groceries, picking up home fix-it things. Everyday stuff. I think I'm the only CD that went to Home Depot to get a new WC valve before I hit a TG friendly club!
Life is good for Blaire; now all that has to happen is for her other side to catch up to that!
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