The beginning...
Well - time really does seem to be flying by. I can't believe it's almost the middle of February 2006. As my mum said on her blog recently; time does seem to speed up the older you get.
It's 10 years in August since I first moved to Kirkcaldy, Fife, to attend drama college, moving away from my family in Elgin (the north of Scotland) as a young teenager. In many ways it feels like only yesterday; I still feel like the same excitable 16 year old; but when I look back at all I've experienced, learnt and been through I realise I'm a very different person.
Of course, everyone changes as they get older and wiser (or in my case, more cynical!). But it's a frightening experience to wake up one day and realise you're an adult, with responsibilities and commitments!
I've always been a very independent soul. I don't do things the easy way, especially emotions, and tend to make life somewhat difficult for myself. But, although it's been hard in many ways, I feel that the journey has been worth it... I wouldn't be who I am today after all if it wasn't for my experiences.
So where now?
Well, over the past two years I've been becoming more and more homesick. I'm lucky enough to have a wonderful partner (Picture evidence of the lovely man himself below -)
Mike supports me in ways I can't describe. He's my whole world - the thought of him makes me smile and it's that thought that gets me through each day. I don't know what I'd do without him.
Anyway - enough of that mush!
As I was saying, I'm lucky enough to have a wonderfuly partner who happens to come from a large Catholic family. His family have welcomed me into their lives and I'm grateful for that; but it's just not the same as having my own family close at hand. I see my family only a few times a year and I miss them dreadfully.
I think it all began when my Dad, Dave http://www.akshot.blogspot.com/, had his heartattack at the end of 2004. It frightened me, plain and simple. I felt a million miles from home and the journey from Kirkcaldy to Aberdeen on the train was one of the longest of my life! From that moment on I've been desperate to get home, be closer to my family and be a bigger part of their lives. I feel as though I've missed out on so much. My brother, David, married his partner Laura last year and they are expecting their first baby. There is no way I want to be a distant Auntie who only sees her niece/nephew a couple of times a year.
Again, I'm fortunate in that Mike is happy to move back up North with me. I mean, who great is that? He's willing to move away from his own family in order for me to feel closer to mine. What more could a woman ask for?
That's it for now... I could go on and on but I'll give you a break from my ramblings... for now!
It's 10 years in August since I first moved to Kirkcaldy, Fife, to attend drama college, moving away from my family in Elgin (the north of Scotland) as a young teenager. In many ways it feels like only yesterday; I still feel like the same excitable 16 year old; but when I look back at all I've experienced, learnt and been through I realise I'm a very different person.
Of course, everyone changes as they get older and wiser (or in my case, more cynical!). But it's a frightening experience to wake up one day and realise you're an adult, with responsibilities and commitments!
I've always been a very independent soul. I don't do things the easy way, especially emotions, and tend to make life somewhat difficult for myself. But, although it's been hard in many ways, I feel that the journey has been worth it... I wouldn't be who I am today after all if it wasn't for my experiences.
So where now?
Well, over the past two years I've been becoming more and more homesick. I'm lucky enough to have a wonderful partner (Picture evidence of the lovely man himself below -)
Mike supports me in ways I can't describe. He's my whole world - the thought of him makes me smile and it's that thought that gets me through each day. I don't know what I'd do without him.
Anyway - enough of that mush!
As I was saying, I'm lucky enough to have a wonderfuly partner who happens to come from a large Catholic family. His family have welcomed me into their lives and I'm grateful for that; but it's just not the same as having my own family close at hand. I see my family only a few times a year and I miss them dreadfully.
I think it all began when my Dad, Dave http://www.akshot.blogspot.com/, had his heartattack at the end of 2004. It frightened me, plain and simple. I felt a million miles from home and the journey from Kirkcaldy to Aberdeen on the train was one of the longest of my life! From that moment on I've been desperate to get home, be closer to my family and be a bigger part of their lives. I feel as though I've missed out on so much. My brother, David, married his partner Laura last year and they are expecting their first baby. There is no way I want to be a distant Auntie who only sees her niece/nephew a couple of times a year.
Again, I'm fortunate in that Mike is happy to move back up North with me. I mean, who great is that? He's willing to move away from his own family in order for me to feel closer to mine. What more could a woman ask for?
That's it for now... I could go on and on but I'll give you a break from my ramblings... for now!
posted by Rachel at 10:47 AM
2 Comments:
Hi Rach. Good to have you on board.
Love, Dad. xxxx
Thanks Mary - you've got a great eye for photography... some of the shots you've taken on investigations are great...
Thanks for taking the time to comment.
xxx
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