Everything is hard, all little interactions, all conversation, all of it is hard. When he came to this country he chose to make new friends at work. Some were local but most were migrant. But the trouble with migrant friends is they move on, or back. His friendship circle is tightening and he remembers his past so fondly, could he realistically go back?
Today I had a conversation I haven't had for a long time: about childcare, house husbands and the satisfaction of a career. I had forgotten my phrases I used to use, the words I learned as the way people understand what I feel inside, for what I feel needs an interpreter to convert the feeling into word, a Google translate for the soul. We didn't connect through the brief conversation but I knew that if we had continued we would connect.
Avoidance
Strangest thing, fearing confrontation. I guess I worry that I might appear...
February 24
So, there is this issue. It is an ongoing issue which has been going on for many...