A new endeavour

This is not something I that truly need at this very moment. There are enough activities in my life to keep me fulfilled and exhausted and adding to them is really not justified, nor, indeed, a sane choice at this moment in my life - PhD write-up time (ah, now the penny drops, procrastination is the name of this game), virtual single mother to twins and all living in a relatively new, significantly distant cultural environment with only just recent signs of cross-cultural adjustment occuring. Still, it might help keep track of my life and thoughts and let a few others into my frame of mind as it occurs at that moment.

Old friends, enjoy the renaissance of my name - a function of my full Christian name not being available on blogspot and not wanting to add the last name for professional reasons. New friends - you're unlikely to find me unless I tell you where I am. Still, in truth, I expect this is really for me. Different from the turgidness of my own private diary with the potential for others to see.

Thought for this week - I miss my old male friends. You know the ones, the ones which I'm really really comfortable with. The ones I trust to take me as I am and love me for it. The ones who'll give me a hug, a smile and a wink and make me feel totally appreciated for what I was, am and will be. The ones who trust in my goodness and know I'll be there for them. The ones who'll take me dancing when I'm 70 (or at least try). Girls, there are a few of you out there too but you're a little easier to make new ones of - none of that bothersome sexual tension to get out of the way first. So, to my good old 'boy' friends (you know who you are), thanks for being there for me. And thanks girls - to my friends the wives, girlfriends and partners - for allowing them to be.