Ennui

Fancy French word for an indefinable boredom. That's what I've been going through lately. I just don't know how else to describe it or what to do about it. Maybe it's a bipolar thing. Maybe it's a depression thing. Or maybe it's because I've moved away from the people I know and love--except for my son and husband. But it's lonely during the day when my husband is at work.

My sis CJ calls me daily, usually. It's always nice to hear from her, and she lets me know I'm not alone. I feel like I haven't seen her in ages, mostly because we used to see each other 2 or 3 times a week, at least! Talking on the phone just isn't the same. And I've given up on trying to weaken the twin bond, and our twin dependence. We have always been good friends and enjoy each other's company, and heck, that's probably the way it will always be. It's weird living in another city from her, and I'm starting to think it just isn't possible. Maybe she'll be able to move here, or else she'll move somewhere cool where C will want us to follow! Hey, I can hope! :)

I'm working on a post to let people know a few things about me, some of the more unusual details. I'm a strange person, I tell ya. You'll probably find out the next time you read, if you haven't found out already. Maybe I'll teach you a bit about life with the mentally ill. Some strangeness, I assure you. And you'll hear about my favorite things, and my Discovery Channel addiction, pet peeves, all that good stuff.

Later,
R