My misinterpretation of real life

I am about to take a trip to Washington D.C. with my family. We will stay in our motor home. Five days is going to be interesting. I should probably call Kielen while I am there.

After the trip has finished and my mom goes back to work I will return to my Thesis writing. I should be done with all this by the end of January.

I want to work in Germany after that, or somewhere else in continental Europe. Probably for a multinational corporation.

While I am not that all that happy about the "success" of the past few weeks I realize the need.

I urn to feel desperation. What is it like to hit absloute bottom? I don't think I can ever know. I have to many friends, a faimly that cares to much for that to happen to me. I am still cerious.

For the past few weeks I had a job. Temprorary employment. Filled the coffers back up to respectable levels. Another 1800 miles driven in the gretor detroit area. Usefull indeed, however it prevents me from hitting bottom. I guess thats a good thing.

Anyway I still don't know what to do. I am working on my thesis more often. Hopefully I will finish school soon. Then move on with my life.