A bit taken from the page of the journal my brother gave me and that I've barely made any entries in ( Read more... )

Here I begin. Finding myself in a place where I'm unsure, of myself and of my life.  I have always been so confident of what I was to do, what I was meant for, and where I was going. However, now I find myself in a foreign land, though it looks suspiciously like the place where I have lived my entire life. I do not speak the language, and no one  ( Read more... )