Back to square one

The blues of The Typhoon H just came in and totally left me a wreck. Here I am wishing I could do more. Here I am wishing I was back home helping. But I cannot even manage to donate anything except for my time sharing the news in social media. I feel powerless. It is not a good feeling.

The only positive outcome is a resolve to find a job that will be in the development side. I want my future work to have immediate impact on the greater population and not through some formula like the GDP. 

Chill late bloomer

Loneliness in London. Lisbon was a welcome respite. Portuguese food that filled my belly was most welcome. Being at the receiving end of comments that I believe were uncalled for were not. It's strange that some friends would think they can rant on and you would always be there to listen. But once you are the one to pour your heart out, it's either they think you're crazy or in serious need of attention. I try my best to understand because that is what friendship is all about. Then I realize I am all the more alone. Again.