It just seems to keep going on and on. I feel better though about singing.. and so forth.. so at least I am not banging my head against a wall on that note. My forced relocation is making me more and more sullen. I keep thinking what is going to happen next.. and then something happens and I make it through.. with a better appreciation for just how carefree I should have felt 5 years ago. Typical me.. wasting time.. and speeding my life cheerfully spinning downward to my grave.
Sitting here listening to Flogging Molly songs we used to jam to while skipping photography class to go take pictures... Why then was I so on the edge of self annihilation then? Why couldn't I just be happy where I was? I always wanted to be somewhere else. Now when I want to stay.. I have to be somewhere else.
I have a severe pain in my heart for immigrants. I guess no one knows better about leaving home and everything you know better than an immigrant.
Who am I to complain? I have been extremely fortunate.. why do I feel so downtrodden?
I guess I am just tired.. I am over scheduled and in need of down time.. I should head to bed , but I keep putting the kids to sleep at a normal time, they sleep two hours, then get up.. and are wired for sound till midnight. Severely disappointed in my lack of sleep is an understatement.
Off to have maybe a coherent thought...and maybe even get to sleep,
Elizabeth
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