Things I love

I can count on my right hand the number of men I love. There's literally only 1. My father. He is undoubtedly the kindest, most gentle, fair person I know. I can trust him with any secret. And like the hero he is he protects me to a fault. Up until now. My father is pissed. I'm talking kensie six pissed. Go-Ku level 9,000 pissed. He's ready to hadoooget me into a wall any day now. Normally I would know my offenses. I would grieve the disappointment I caused, apologized and we'd be back in lala love Sidra land. I doubt that we'll be taking that midnight train any time soon.

I think the idea of me being so far away makes him upset. Instead of coming out right and saying that - he's going to continue to hit me with the cold shoulder. I have come to expect this. I knew that at the beginning at this adventure I was hurling myself into the lions den. Like most men, like most people my father doesn't like change. Having his youngest daughter skip town for the other side of the ocean must not be easy for him.

It isn't easy for me either mind you. I love my family. We fight, we moan, we bitch about each other like a poor version of the Vontrapps but I love them. This whole venture when I began it was supposed to be about self discovery once I moved. I thought leaving would open my eyes to a whole new world, how I handled the pressures of every day life with out the remarkable comfort of my home. What I'm really learning is that I don't have to travel 3,000 miles to do that. I am learning lessons in tough love right here.

Luckily, I'm still going. There are more stones to over turn on my path, and I plan on doing just that.