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I was hoping the true etymological application wouldn't be inferred by anyone, but so sorry if it offends otherwise.
I'm surprised that anyone would find the word 'bugger' to be offensive. It's all good.
I was hoping the true etymological application wouldn't be inferred by anyone, but so sorry if it offends otherwise.
I'm surprised that anyone would find the word 'bugger' to be offensive. It's all good.
What does it mean to be considered offensive?? Or the word itself is offensive, like the b word for americans??? Or is the b word offensive for all english speaking folk?
I just realized that the name Arizona is like a combination of the words arid and zone. It really is an arid zone.Ugh It's so hot here in Arizona guuuh
Well in that pic, I'm wearing a black skirt and black chucks. So I'm still good lol!
If someone could find a way to make money from stress, you and a lot of others would be rich!Two more weeks in the apartment. One month until I return "home". Transition stress is making me crazy and exhausted and possibly very unpleasant for other people to have to deal with. It's also what I'm going to blame for ruining my low carb diet. You have been warned internet world.
The like was for coming home, as you've talked about looking forward to it for a while now. Praying about the stress, exhaustion and unpleasantness. Go carbs!Two more weeks in the apartment. One month until I return "home". Transition stress is making me crazy and exhausted and possibly very unpleasant for other people to have to deal with. It's also what I'm going to blame for ruining my low carb diet. You have been warned internet world.
If someone could find a way to make money from stress, you and a lot of others would be rich!![]()
Returning "home"? If home isn't home, where is home? Are you not sure you still have one? Or is where you are more home than where you will be?Two more weeks in the apartment. One month until I return "home". Transition stress is making me crazy and exhausted and possibly very unpleasant for other people to have to deal with. It's also what I'm going to blame for ruining my low carb diet. You have been warned internet world.
Returning "home"? If home isn't home, where is home? Are you not sure you still have one? Or is where you are more home than where you will be?
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Not bad for a amatuer. It's really crude and simple.
Although, I may have too much time on my hands.
Oh well.
To be offensive is to cause offense. To be offensive is to insult, be hurtful, disrespectful, abusive.
When you live on the other side of the world for 3 years, you can't really expect home to feel like home when you get back there unless you want to set yourself up for serious disappointment. And the home you left has changed and so the home you want to return to no longer exists. Hard to explain if you haven't been through it or something similar. So I have the awesomest parents in the world who will make sure that I have a roof over my head and food in my stomach when I get back, but I still feel very disconnected and homeless in some ways.
And if anyone is even thinking about it, this would be a very bad time to criticize my feelings and tell me I shouldn't be feeling what I'm feeling.
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Not bad for a amatuer. It's really crude and simple.
Although, I may have too much time on my hands.
Oh well.
And you're moving again fairly soon, right? (Not far away from where you are now, if I remember correctly, but it's yet another transition.)Cinder,
I haven't lived on the other side of the world but I can very much relate to what you're saying. My parents have moved a lot, though I was fortunate in that I didn't have to change schools (though my siblings chose to.) But I do know about change and having to fit into different cultures and places, in a small way.
For the past few years, I have been constantly on the move, and in some places, had to completely start over each time. I also had a nearly 6-month period in which I was constantly living in different places, sometimes changing places by the day, week, or month. (You'd think I was running from the law, but honest, I wasn't!)
I also have a sibling who's lived in several different countries and states. One of my struggles is that I don't know what "home" is anymore, which I find to be extremely disconcerting.
For me, "home" isn't about family anymore, because my family members choose to come and go so often and to many different places. "Home" isn't about people, because life changes and the person who is your best friend can have a major life change and is suddenly no longer available. "Home" isn't about a place, because I've been to many different places.
One of my most troubled prayers for years has been, "God, I want to go 'home'", but I have no idea what that is or what it looks or feels like anymore.
I know the "good, christian answer" is that "home" should be just myself and God, but it can feel like a very isolated place to be.
Please feel free to PM me anytime, whether now or when you get back, if you need to talk. *hugs*
I was away for far shorter a period of time (7 months) in Europe and when I came back to the states I was so discombobulated. I hope it is an easy transition back to American life.... but malls made me nauseous for about a year...When you live on the other side of the world for 3 years, you can't really expect home to feel like home when you get back there unless you want to set yourself up for serious disappointment. And the home you left has changed and so the home you want to return to no longer exists. Hard to explain if you haven't been through it or something similar. So I have the awesomest parents in the world who will make sure that I have a roof over my head and food in my stomach when I get back, but I still feel very disconnected and homeless in some ways.
And if anyone is even thinking about it, this would be a very bad time to criticize my feelings and tell me I shouldn't be feeling what I'm feeling.
View attachment 133877
Not bad for a amatuer. It's really crude and simple.
Although, I may have too much time on my hands.
Oh well.