judypatricia

Your emotional nature is strong and emotional.
That was my fortune from my cookie in Canada.

No one cares about my return home, but know that it always isn't fun. It was the 14th, anyway, I've just been quiet.

This is pretty basic me-knowledge, but I love people. I do. It may be surprising since I hardly call anyone or make the effort to see friends, but that's not what I really mean. I guess I like it so much because I never really understood why people choose to be jerks, for that, I think, requires more effort, and in that hippie kind of way, we're similar enough as it is. So it's something I just appreciate, random, stranger interaction. There should be more of it.

Actually, maybe I'm really just a bad friend and relative. It isn't difficult to imagine not having to go back home when I'm away, nor do I feel I've anyone here really keeping me. Part of it has to do with expecting most or all of my friends not visiting me if I move away. It's not that I get sick of people, it's that I don't think they'd miss me to the point where it bothered them.

In addition to what sounds like I'm complaining, I'm pretty much okay and reading David McCullough's 1776. You're totally not surprised.