I am homesick…and life sick. I am in a place where I don’t really want to be. I came here to make my husband happy and to be with him. But deep down I really want to be home, working and living. I listen to the radio back home all the time just to be connected. I check facebook all the time just to see what people back home are up to or just to feel like I’m interacting with people because I have no friends here.
I don’t feel like myself. I put on this big jacket and jeans and sneakers everyday. I HATE SNEAKERS !!! I miss singing in choirs which I have no time for now. I go to a job that I don’t really like, that I don’t really want to be doing. I probably feel this way because I had to leave a job I really loved for supposed advancement when I feel like I have digressed.
But honestly he is the only thing here that makes me happy.