Not at the bottom yet

Well, I feel like I should write something, but I’m not quite sure what to write. I kind of still wanted my blog to be in intermission, but it’s a bit late in the season for that. (Weird…now the seasons are somewhat inhibiting for my blog.)

Um, I would write what I’ve been doing, what didn’t work out, and what my plans are now, but I just…don’t feel like it. I’m kind of tired of writing about what isn’t working out for me.

I can’t seem to find my place here. I can’t see where I fit in. It’s feeling like it was a mistake to come back to the US. But I also know that I couldn’t have stayed where I was. It’s easy to wonder now why I didn’t just take the private lesson that was offered to me, that would have made living financially easier, when I was still in Taiwan. But I knew at the time that that wouldn’t have been enough. Even if I could’ve made more money with teaching, there just wasn’t anything holding me to Taiwan. I know why I came back and, for the most part, I’m happy to be back in the US.

I want to be settled. I want to stay in one place. But it seems the more I want that, the more I’m forced to keep moving somewhere else.

Part of me feels like I’m heading into a downward spiral to nowhere. But part of me also feels like I’m heading towards something important and meaningful.

Fierce Creatures of Friday Harbor

Intermission