I miss Seattle. That was the first time in 25 years that I felt free from my family. I wasn’t being suffocated, I didn’t feel used. Even though I started running low on funds, I didn’t feel stress. I saw new things, I experienced the world in a different view. Now, I find myself in tears weekly trying to recreate that feeling. The safe feeling I felt. When I was Seattle, I saw all the possibilities, I didn’t feel trapped. I came home and now I’m back to feeling stuck at a dead end.

I mean, It’s not just my job, It’s everything.