An updated on my previous post: Thanks to Sanchovilla's excellent investigative advice and guidance, I uncovered some family information for my client, and they are going to try to make burial arrangements for him. I was nervous about being the one to break the news to his family, but I was delighted that I was able to contact them. It was a nice way to begin Thanksgiving.
I'm still going back and forth about the volunteer thing - I had made up my mind not to, but now I'm fully back in the "I'm going to do this" camp. We'll see how it turns out. I don't start until after the holidays.
Going home for the holidays always leaves me feeling unsettled. It's always great to see family and friends again. But sometimes I feel like I'm knocked off-kilter. I'm not sure what it is - I guess I get confused about where the right place is for me to be, and I can't be in both places. I'm slowly getting accustomed to being in both places though - maintaining a life in my hometown with friends I've known for years, and maintaining a life in my new town (well, not so new... over a year now!) while developing as a grown-up in both. What an awkward transitional phase, this whole growing-up thing. I don't like the idea that some things can be outgrown. I prefer that other aspects of my life would develop along with me, but if it means that I have to drag these things kicking and screaming, I wonder sometimes if it's the right thing to do.
No new men, alas. No men at all, really. The on-again, off-again guy is blowing ME off, for the first time in our one-year acquaintance, and it's driving me nuts. I've always been here for his booty calls even when I didn't want to be a booty call, and now that I'm making the calls he's not answering. That is SO UNFAIR.
I'm attending my first blog party over at Stay of Execution. Are you going?