homing devices.

The past few days have been difficult for me emotionally and mentally. I may not have my family with me here (which makes it really hard coping) but they have been my support system thru constant phone calls and sms messages. My mom is worried, but I told her that I will be alright... I just know it.

So it's a welcome surprise that our warehouse at work (where I was asked to come in and work instead of at the store) is located 3 blocks away from our old apartment back when my dad attended Pratt. I decided to take a detour before heading to the warehouse just to visit the apartment building. Funny how small things, such as seeing the apartment building where we lived 25 years ago, would lift my spirit. Just enough to give me that springy feeling to go get an iced-coffee (in a styrofoam cup to my surprise) in a mom n' pop donut house and snacks from a nearby market. Walking around our old neighborhood made me realize a number of things to be thankful and hopeful for.

I won't say every things under me now... but I do believe that things will be better soon. Home is where the heart is, like they always say.