February 17

The weeks seem to get shorter, go faster, but I’m beat. My exhaustion seems to lapse and relapse into the subsequent weeks. I get sick a lot. I often feel I'm just barely scraping by. My work never ceases and I still manage to feel behind. My workload (with class size and absence of help) is actually unlawful to take on in the states, and it’s really starting to take its toll. I’m homesick. Lonely. I miss youthful communicative normalcy. I miss my family and friends. I miss English-speaking people.

I’ve been reading Ecclesiastes, in search of truth, freedom, balance, contentment; been really discovering what is both futile and vital in my life. When I figure things out, I’ll let you know. And while this wisdom may never transpire, I’m learning it’s okay. Maybe there is no right answer. Nothing is sound. Nothing is right side right.