It's Bittersweet.

I'm happy that I am in France. Really, I am. I love everything that I am doing here, even if sometimes it feels slow. I like to move and I like to be challenged, but I'm getting comfortable here in France and I'm feeling the itch to move again.

But this post isn't about moving. This blog is about events that I am missing and how I've dealt with them in the past and how I'm dealing with them now.

Moving every year, you get use to missing out on things back home, with your family, and with your friends. Your best canine dies, a friend gets married, and your brother has a baby.

I knew all of this when I was planning to come to Strasbourg, that my brother would be having a baby at the end of November, while I would be away. I accepted this, and acted as though I didn't care, like it's no big deal. And here we are, Tuesday, my sister-in-law had a little baby boy named Ryder and I wasn't there. I received pictures and tweets, and emails, and texts, but it just wasn't the same.

I'm glad that I'm in France, really, I am. But this is a week that I'm wishing I were back home.

So in reaction to this, I wanted to do something, I dyed my hair. I now have those natural colors of blue, pink, and purple.