I’ve just had my green card stamped.
There’s a tiny, small hole, right in the bottom left corner of the card, invalidating its status, marking me as a non-resident of this foreign country.
A hole right through my identity.
Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if the immigration officer hadn’t uttered those last words as I wheeled my lone suitcase past him:
“So long.”
I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. Continue reading
My mother called me today and I was telling her about this wonderful budgeting app I’ve been using and how I was loving all the little bells and whistles I’d been discovering as I used it (like having recurring expenses automatically populated into your next month’s budget!). We started talking about money matters in general, eventually lamenting upon the plight of my generation.
“Young people they just don’t care.”
I don’t know if it’s that we don’t care, more like there’s no need. If you have no reason to get your shit together, then why would you waste your time doing so?
There are too many thoughts going on in my head.
Too many voices, and not one of them is my own.
It’s hard to hear when you’re being drowned out by everyone else’s wants, wishes and desires.
But I don’t know where to go…and besides, it’s not like I can just up and leave. I have obligations…
But I do know that if I don’t find a way to quiet down these voices, to listen to just myself, I’m not sure how much longer I can make it.
Things of A Sensitive Nature 