Been feeling really spent lately.
Feeling very homesick.
I miss everything so much.
There was a major snowstorm in NYC this past week and all of my friends and former co workers kept posting pictures of the snow. And it made me sad.
A friend even wrote that she wished that her sushi place would deliver in the snow.
I miss my sushi place.
I miss my pizza place.
I miss the chaotic busy streets.
I miss people watching and wondering what fabulous lives they lead.
I miss supermarkets that have EVERYTHING.
I miss my old place of business (albeit not the position)
I miss feeling as though I am “Home”
I am not home.
I am in someone elses home.
I feel like I fucking take care of everyone and no one takes care of me.
I’m here mostly because of my husband.
Because I support him.
Because he wanted to go to school and he couldn’t do that, be with the girls, and work.
He deserves a degree.
He deserves to feel proud of himself.
But I resent him.
And I loathe myself for resenting him.
It just feels never-ending.
Like I am walking on a treadmill straight to nowhere.
I got a job here in October, through connections to my previous job in New York.
And I have a title.
And an office.
Something I so so wanted in NYC.. but didn’t get because I couldn’t put the time in due to my mothering duties.
I know that when I do eventually move back to the U.S (when he’s done with school I hope) I will have this wealth of knowledge and something amazing to put on my resume.
But….
I can’t even BEGIN to imagine being here for another 4 years.
I’ve been here for 7 months now.
And yes, there are pluses don’t get me wrong.
I live rent & utility free on a huge piece of land where my kids can run around and be… kids.
I have so many wonderful relatives that surround us with warmth and love.
Those things lacked in the US.
But other things lack here.
I wish that I could tap my shoes and be home.
There truly is no place like home.














