I am watching a cat lick a bathtub spout, and it's making me really depressed. Okay, a lot of things are. Where is home when you only have yourself anymore? I got an email today about "discount to fly home", and it was an email to fly home to India. Is it a sign? I wish I could just go home to India and find what I think I am supposed to there.
I am sick of talking to new people every day about jobs, about my depreciating livelihood, and going out to convince myself that I am fine where I am not. But I'm not content-- and no matter how much I wish I could control things, they are out of my control and I need to be patient.
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