the other mother
When my parents moved to Cornwall without me (it's been 4 years, I'm not bitter anymore) I had lots of people in Oke help "look after" me, I didn't necessarily live with them or anything but they all helped out in their own ways, and I call them my surrogate families. I went to visit one of these families tonight. I send them a monthly bulletin of how I'm doing and what's been going on, but I hadn't seen them for a couple of months so I went over for a cup of tea and a nice catch up. I love seeing my surrogate family. I know it's not as nice as seeing my real family, but it's nice to think that I belong somewhere. I get very lonely always moving around. I don't have a home and I was so eager to move away and be independent in my youth that although I have found a good sense of self, it has no relation to anyone else anymore. I can't explain it. I just feel a bit lost. I guess I will do until I settle somewhere, and that's not gunna be for a while I wouldn't have thought - not with my track record...