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In a funk...

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. For weeks, the only thing I've been doing with every free moment is read. I've finished 3 books this week. It's escapism. I've just been so down since coming back from the US. I just can't readjust to such drastic differences in life. Spending a month there just opened my eyes to how it could be if we moved back and now I just can't adjust to the life of isolation we have here.
My husband got a call to interview for a job in North Carolina. My family says jump on it, but I feel like I'd be going from being trapped in a country I don't want to live in to being trapped in a state I don't want to live in. I know it's a step in the right direction, but it's not sitting well with me. I told him to peruse it, but I'm not sold on the idea. If he gets it, we'll see...
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Courtney said…
That's great news about the job offer! Those are hard to come by from overseas!
1:32 PM
Anngela said…
found you via mom blogs! I live in Indiana but spent 20 years in the UK. Love blogs of people in the UK who are Americans :) hang in there!
12:17 AM
Angela said…
opps sorry. name is Angela not Anngela :)
12:18 AM
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