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[queenriley]

First, a Myers-Briggs

INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1% of the total population.

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I keep getting INFJ. I often think I'm more an INFP, but I keep getting J, to a staggering degree actually. Like this one... I'm roughly 62% J and 38% P. That's how it often comes out. Guess I can't make the numbers lie. Oh well.


Now what I really wanted to post about. Life is biting me in the arse. I'm having a very bad day... very very bad. Nothing much to say about it other than it involves money (when does it not), spending time with my husband (when does that ever happen?), in-laws who won't leave us alone about never getting to see my husband (ie tech support, free manual labor, and Alex), and my super-controlling mother... she's the main reason right now. I don't want to get into it. It makes me cry.

Hell. Life sucks. I want to go home. HOME. I miss home. I'm even contemplating spending my inheritance money on a years worth of schooling to become a nurse. Once I become a nurse, I can go anywhere in the US that needs nurses. Which means I can go HOME. H-O-M-E home. Even if I can't get something in Richmond, I could go to Williamsburg... it's close enough. I JUST WANT TO GO HOME and damn anybody who stands in my way. I'll leave it all behind. I'll just go. And finally rest my soul at ease. Finally be comfortable and happy right down to my very core (something I haven't felt in damn near 11 years). Because I'll be HOME.

HOME

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[sarka.livejournal.com]

I find this a really interesting question. See, I lived in Prague from end of January until June, and I didn't get home until the beginning of August. That's a full six months.

I can tell you that I didn't miss Iceland in the least while I was in Prague. I just... and I knew that before I went there... I just fitted right in. I didn't need to adapt to Prague, it was something I somehow already had.

When I went on the trip, however, I got really homesick. I'm still not entirely sure for what home I was homesick. I think both, really, for different reasons. I wanted to go to Iceland because I knew that I would end up there eventually, but I wanted to go back to Prague because, dude! Prague! Because I love it, and it has a special place in my heart. I think that the travelling homesickness had something more to do with the fact that it is very difficult being constantly on the move and having NO constant in your life. It was exhausting.

And then I came home. It surprised me, really, how many little things there were that I'd missed. (Like oxygen, for example.)

Iceland does have a special place in my heart, but I would count Prague just as equally as my home. I think that's interesting.

The only disadvantage to Prague is that I miss the people I leave behind in Iceland. If I could move them all to Prague with me and live there, I would :)