Not having my gear and a computer is killing me. Living in a small town, my photography was the one thing keeping it all together but with that taken away I am lost. I have a great camera but with no computer to work on it. Which means I am not shooting. All it does is sit on my memory card waiting to be awoken and morphed into something magical. I am lost creatively. Sitting down to edit with some good music or a movie is one of my favourite things to do on an afternoon.
Depression had been my inner demon since I left the Marines almost 6 years ago. Not able to do the thing I love, live to do, is awakening this demon in away I have not had to deal with since losing a good friend in Iraq. I love living abroad in the UK but I can not take this anymore. I need to go home to Colorado, to my puppies whom I miss dearly. It was like leaving a child behind saying good bye to those two balls of fur for a year. Luckily it looks like I will be returning home in early July and it can not come quick enough. Ok rant ending.