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I know that it has been forever since I have last written. I was chatting with KDC4evr last night, and she mentioned that I might want to check the journal now and again. I really haven't had the time since the job. Even though I have internet at work; it is a rare moment when I am able to check anything personal and I don't have internet at home. So here I am at the internet cafe that I worked at months ago during the job hunt period. I am ok. The job isn't what I thought it would be, but I have adapted to it. I like some of the people I work with a lot; we hang out after work, dance, drink, and chat. There are a couple people who I work with that don't like me, but I was told it was because I work too hard as if I am trying to get a promotion. Little do they know, I'm just trying to do a good job and am not thinking of staying there really long since i would like to go to grad school someday. I am moving from my apartment to a one bedroom. I don't know where yet, but I will tell my two roomates today. It sucks being there. What used to be good, now is a drag, and I feel like a guest. I am really excited about having my own space to decorate, write, study for GRE, and have a general piece of mind. I have adapted somewhat to the USA, but I still miss Peru. I can't look at the pictures that much. Makes me sad. The way of being there. Something beautiful. I'm glad that I am here, but I feel like a jumping flea, anytime someone tries to catch me, nail me down to one location, I jump. I'm confused about where I'll be a year from now, but I know that I will be happy. I guess it just takes some people a while to discover their path. There is this saying I heard in the Peace Corps, "I am who I am now because I was who I was then. I am the sum of my experiences." How true, how true.