I will scan in stuff in the next few days. I have taken up drawing for the first time since I was about 15/16. I'm 28 now. It's not like riding a bike but it's a better way to spend the evenings than watching Netflix. My children are older now and my evenings are now free thanks to them sleeping better. *knock on wood*
Anyway, I will have been living in England for 10 years come March. I'm just now getting to the point that I seriously miss Texas and my family. I'm so torn. I would cry buckets of tears for months if I left England but I miss my family. My Abuela can't have long left and I always have the best time when I'm at her house. My children don't know her very well or my cousins and their children. That breaks my heart. It especially kills me that my children don't know my brother and sister. I LOVE those two with a burning passion. If they ever have children there will be no question about going back to Texas. I'll be over there in a bloody heartbeat.
I used to cringe and hate hate hate the idea of going back to Texas. Now, I've suddenly started missing it terribly. I think it is because I left my abusive ex about 3 years ago and have finally started talking to my family again. (Wasn't allowed to when I was with my ex) My life has settled right down. I have a wonderful new partner and beautiful new home in a great location. We are a proper family that does everything I wanted out of having a family. My partner gets on great with my family and I can talk completely freely in front of him when on Skype to my sister. (stupid voices and dancing and pulling faces and all) I believe this has triggered off a realisation how important my sister, brother, and extended family are to me.