New life... I HATE IT

Hello blogland!

Sadly; it Seems quite a cruel trick the universe at large is playing upon us. Back to several phone calls and text messages a day - where if I close my eyeeees hard enough I can almost pretend she is with me and we are just having a conversation. But then there are times at night where I wake up disoriented and go looking for her in the bed only to discover that I am - all alone. No closing of the eyeses helps the feeling I get in my tummy - like someone punched me.

But! The reason I am here and she is there is because we are stupids, I have always blamed myself for everything that took plact to our love and life, latley I couldn't stop loving her but I really start to relize that tango needs two to be danced.

I always thought it might be money problem for my unhappiness, now with all the money I have, I am still trying to find happeniess but... invain

Luckily for me, I have a smattering of friends that advised me to change my resident location, so I did

Now being in Paradise vally AZ, isn't as easy as I expected,

I find myself asking important questions, such as: do they have Campbells soup in here? Do they sell my brand of cigarets AND - where will I get my Ketchup and Dill pickle chips from????
Will I like Wegmans and Pottery Barn - and will people still smile and say hello when passing on the street?
Will I be allowed to sit on the perverbial fence on big political issues as I always did back home?
Will all of the neighbours think I own handgun, speak Arabic and have intimate knowlege of building igloos? Will I be prone to tears when at sporting events and hear the Arabian anthem?
Will I forget where I came from? Or how to get home for a visit? flying back to visit - whole other terrifying prospect.
I'll have to look into getting a GPS that speaks Arabic *wink*.

It appears the train to adult hood has picked up speed... *sigh* Guess I'd better buckle in.

So... back to the onerous task of donating items no longer in use, throwing out broken things and preparing for the final phase of my whole new life and missing my darling DOUD. It's amazing how much stuff you accumulate in 30 years... and how much of it seemed to be important but now seems nothing more than excess baggage...