We now return to our regularly scheduled programming....
Well, I'm back in the United States after a surreal trip home to the Philippines. It was so hard to leave Daddy there, knowing that I won't be able to visit his grave again until June. Now I'm back in Boston, trying desperately to catch up in my classes and work. At times it doesn't seem possible, but what else am I supposed to do? People seem surprised at how well I'm doing, how well I'm handling things. But really, do I have any choice? Life goes on. I have to pass my classes. I have to finish graduate school. This is me, I don't know how to do anything but be myself. And the person I am is not one to sit in the corner and cry all the time (no matter how tempting it is). Yes, I cry. It's 4 am. I woke up crying. I don't have to be up for another 3 hours. But since I can't sleep and I can't sit and cry. I got out of bed and now I'm going to work on my paper for Modern Epidemiology.
I'll be okay. I have to be.
I'll be okay. I have to be.