Well, it has been nearly a year.
Today I wrote the guy who had hurt me and he responded in a patronizing, 'get over it' fashion. Good to know he's still a jerk, I guess.
I'm not enjoying my stay here. On the other hand, I am afraid to go anywhere else - not just because it's somewhere new and I'd be lonely, but because - for some reason - I feel a tenacious desire to stay in Scotland. Maybe moving somewhere else within the country would be better.
The things I enjoy about living here do not outweigh the things I don't. However I don't want to return home so I have been considering teaching ESL. I don't know if I will ever actually get up the courage to do it.
My birthfather visited my adoptive mother and demanded that I never contact his son again (I had written him via Facebook). He had 'decided' years ago that this would never happen - I would never want contact and he could never be found. My mother said he seemed like a person she did not want to meet again.
My hip was displaced again. Doctors don't seem to be able to help me. I'm not quite sure what to do about being in pain all the time. So I am taking up bodybuilding. I am hoping that somehow, somewhere, something will change and I will start feeling more positive. This blog was meant to be positive but it has only seemed to reflect my sad state of mind. I don't know if this feeling is situational or if I will always be this way.
Hopefully a few short trips within the country soon will raise my spirits again.
