Tomato.... in a fruit basket
I went back to my hometown this weekend. The purpose was twofold, firstly, Paya and I were visiting my parents for Christmas before we jet off to the Czech Republic for the actual event. Secondly, we had a large family gathering, where Paya would meet with the majority of my very, very large family.
The thing is, I always feel a little bit like "a tomato in a fruit basket" at family functions. Like the tomato, Technically, I belong there - but in reality it just doesn't feel right.
I went away feeling very depressed - which shouldn't have been the case because family events should be uplifting.
On the positive front, Paya and I got very drunk with my dad on scotch whisky... nothing helps you bond with your new father-in-law more than getting hammered together.
Anyway, not a rambling blog this time.... I just needed to get this out there
Night all
Westie
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