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Do you ever have a moment where you wonder how in the world you were raised by the people you were raised by because you feel you have nothing in common with them? You can’t understand how they think and they can’t understand how you think? I have moments like that. Where I swear I must have been adopted, it’s the only reasonable explaination and then I have moments where I see my family do something and I think, Ahhhhh that’s where that comes from!
It’s confusing to feel so distant and different from family and then at the same time see things in them you see in yourself. I’d definitely call myself the black sheep of the family. I’ve known that for awhile, look at me, I’ve spent the last 14 years of my life in Europe away from my family!! I must be different, because none of them would ever live over here, make a home here, and raise kids here. They don’t understand why I am here and I can’t explain it so they would understand it. But I love living here, I think I need to live this far away from my family…as they say, too much of a good thing wouldn’t be good, and living this far from my family I can appreciate them but also live my own life. Something I think would be difficult if I lived near them.
Am I the only black sheep out there or are there others? How do you deal with your individualism within your family unit? Are you praised for being an original with your own thoughts, opinions, and ideas or are you frowned upon because you go against the grain of the family thinking? I’m curious….
Stig and I spent the day in Oslo at Ikea, found three Christmas presents and the rest for us…hahaha, now we’ve switched out all our glasses and coffee mugs for ones that are big and have handles..when our shelves fell last year several of our coffee cups lost their handles. So we’ve been using cups without handles and now we have finally changed out the cups with some neutral cheap replacements from IKEA…got to love IKEA!!!
Until next time my friends….baaaaaaaaaa ;-))
6 comments:
ya... or hould I say Baaaaa, I too am the black sheep of the family. I think for the most part they accept my being different... (living over here) & other things which we can not agree about...we just not longer discuss...: )
I am the ideological black sheep in the family. The liberal, the one who argues about everything, with different opinions on everything.
My brother on the other hand...sheesh. As much as I believe I am so different from everyone, I think he takes the cake.
I am the black sheep and my Hubby is also the black sheep!No one in our families understands us,but our son is just like us!I guess we made our own family!It doesn't bother us that we don't fit in with the rest of them!
I've never been to an Ikea
I love being the black sheep of the family!
As for being adopted, as the mum to two adopted kids, I can tell you that it isn't just sharing genes that makes you a part of the family. We don't look the same, but we have lots and lots in common!
Baaaaa here too. Absolute black sheep who moved away years ago. I stick out like a sore thumb in my family and I used to joke about not sharing any genes with them.
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