Friday, August 19, 2005

Was reading some more in the family history book put together by my dad's aunt, a geneology buff. I guess she took up that activity after she retired. Funnily, it gave me peaceful, quiet, unremarkable dreams, unlike the normal turbulent ones (a result of my meds). While it was interesting reading, that was her hobby, not mine. An interesting little tidbit: I was reminded that my dad was married briefly before he married my mom, a girl from Denmark. They had a son together and then she went back home. I wouldn't mind meeting her. Quite honestly, I'm far more interested in the geneology on the European side of my family. My Oma alone led a fascinating life. Maybe one day, when my German is better, I'll explore that. My American relatives consist largely of trailer trash, nothing I'd care to associate with. I mean, god, you should see some of those photos; I've actually got kin named "Bubba." *shudder*

I haven't figured out exactly where my path will lead me, but I truly want to settle either in NYC or else in Europe somewhere. Seriously. The way things are going, I don't feel this country is mine.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:01 PM

2 Comments:

At 10:14 AM, Blogger V said...

NewPeep,
I feel the same way as you do about living in this country. Which is why NYC is the only place in this country that I can live. I think it's because it UNLIKE any other state. It's like another country.

Besides, you can take a plane and get into Europe in about 6-7 hours.

 
At 2:55 PM, Blogger Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) said...

Great minds think alike, V! The short flight to Europe was one reason I wanted to live in NYC. Additionally, both times I've been there, I felt as if I were "home," for the first time since my childhood.

 

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