and I still do not know where I stand with the new job prospect.
I am also at odds with the idea of being closer to my extended family. I have only told two members of my family, by now I know a couple more know by now, but I am beginning to wonder if its what it is what it is cracked up to be.
I took a step. I have applied for and feverishly gone after a position back in my hometown. I have a couple of friends who have been very happy at the prospect of me and my family coming back into town on a permanent basis. My father was genuinely happy when I told him. My sister, who would be living about 5 hours from me, was happy.
Reality bites.
My step-sister, of only 20 years, is being written about in the city newspaper. An article about her and breast cancer. She is fast approaching her 5 years in remission anniversary. This is cancer awareness week so it makes sense to highlight a positive outcome. Its an awesome thing. The problem... no one told me. Not even a mention of it. Why?
The first thought - its just me. No big deal. She doesn't want to know, she isn't involved, she doesn't care. Wrong on all accounts. They don't know me.
That is one thing I keep trying to remind myself. They don't really know me. I have been away for 20 years next year. I didn't grow up in my Dad's home. I shouldn't assume.... they do that enough.
I am confused.
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