Before i left Fermanagh, [home] i thought to myself i'll post journals all the time on here so those who wish could read of what i'm getting up to, should they care. However my journal enties both online and in my own journal have been kak. Finding time is the problem.

I can not beleave i have been here for what is pratical a month and i have no doubt that in 6 months, or even a year, i'll be say the very same thing.

When i first arrived i guess i never really seriously considered missing home or thinking to myself - what have i done! But in fact whenever i arrived, to my surprise, that was exacly how i felt.

How could i have posably planned such a huge thing, such a massive change, an upheaval in my life and never really seriously consider the posability of missing something i thought i didn't really enjoy all that much. My longing to getting away from the "mundain comfortable lifestyle" i spoke about in my previous journal then became a longing to return to such a simple, convenate way of life.

In short - i was shiting myself, away from home, having to get a job, having to get a house, knowing no one, not really being fit to easaly contact home, money - ahhhh! Perhaps a laziness, a reluctance even to standing on my own two feet and taking my life into my own hands.

Thankfully, for my sanity, it's a different story now. Getting a job and getting a house was realatively easy. Needless worry wasted. Making friends followed and now i'm, quite excited about looking ahead open minded, waiting for life to hit me with whatever it's got.