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readjusting...

I've been back from my trip home to the US for almost a month now (my first trip home in 2 years)and I've been in such a funk ever since. I was home for a month. I always get like this when I get back. Life here is so much different - I have one friend, I don't drive in the UK and I don't have a babysitter. Those 3 things combined make my life a very isolated one, but when I was home it was completely different. I had friends galore, I drive in the US (although didn't always have access to a car) and had my pick of babysitters so I could get out and feel apart of the human race on a daily basis or go out with my husband so we can have some time alone.
It's two different worlds for me. I love having a social life. After two years of being here with no visits back, I can't explain how wonderful it was when I had my first night out with friends. My best friend had a get together for me at a local bar and being there surrounded by people who know and like me was Amazing! I meet friends for lunch, had play-dates with my friends that had kids, got to have a few girls nights, got phone calls throughout my day from various people (some times I can go weeks without a phone call here) and my husband and I actually had a weekend away (our first since I got pregnant in 2007). You don't know how abnormal it is not to have all those things until you experience it again. I'm so glad I had the time, but now that I'm back here, as much as I love my one and only English friend, I miss my old life. I miss having a normal life with a string of friends, a car and family to drive me crazy and I'm having trouble re-adjusting to life back here in the UK.

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