It’s the new year, so happy 2002, I guess. I’m in Atlanta, with many mixed feelings. I fear I am an inconvenience, an uninvited burden. I feel…detached. Not a part of their lives anymore.
I miss my car. And my room. I want to get back to California, but not back to school.
But it’s official, my job offer is in DM. So I guess I’ll accept it. Um. Yeah, I guess that is what to do, right?
I think so.