Tonight I decided to break away from my routine and come to a place where I could hang out drink some coffee and be away from the stress of living and working in the same place. In a week and a half I will go home. I'm so excited, this might actually be the most ready I have ever been to go back to the states. I mean I'm really ready. So ready in fact that I probably will have a really hard time coming back. I'm trying really hard to just enjoy the time I have. To see bast the obstacles that are slapping me in the face and to realize how lucky I am to be living here for this time. Instead I continue to get caught up in the negatives. I continue to just hope the days disappear, quickly. I don't really want life to pass me by. I don't really want to wake up and realize that I have no idea where the time went. But I also don't want to be unhappy. I want purpose again. I want love, and I want to understand the kids that I teach.
I continue to get slammed with the fact that my students have no idea what the word independence means. They may never get it. Even the people I work with freak out when their nannies are gone for one day. Seriously? I don't know how to deal with that kind of life. I don't want to know either.
How do I live in a world that treats people like crap because they make less money, or come from the wrong country? It makes me sick.
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