But I wished someone had told me this sooner�that self-discovery, like happiness, is a state of mind.
Because I remember roaming the streets every night after work; I remember meeting up with whatever friends I had for a drink and a meal after work occasionally; I remember spending weekends finally alone with a book, a glass of wine, and myself. Because I remember I supposed this is what grown-ups do.
But more and more I feel as if there is something wrong with my life. Something is not quite right�I am not doing this 'thing' right. I am not meeting the people I want to meet. Everything is as it is like it was back home, only in another space. I exist as I am all along, only somewhere else.