Living a life lost in translation

So... Today is Thanksgiving and I'm missing my family like crazy. I have been a little sick this week, and it feels like I just can't ever get back to 100% while working at this job. Even when I have to weekend to sleep and veg, I am so strung out. It sucks.

Pamela and Dan sent me cute portraits of the twins and it just makes me want to cry thinking I could be holding them right now... I feel so grateful that I have Lindsay and Bradley, and that I'm not completely alone... We're going to chill tomorrow and play Mah Jong here at my place. It will be nice.

I just really hope that my next job here is not like this one... If it is, I don't know that I can teach in Taiwan. Katie once told me that some people live to work, while others work to live. I immediately thought I was someone who lived to work. I would be happy to live only to teach. Teaching is who I am. But now I realize what living to work really is, and it's not who I am. The only thing that really gets me up to go to work is two of the girls I teach, Ilitta and JoJo. They are so amazing to me.

Since I was sick this week, they asked me how I was feeling, and gave me suggestions on how to feel better (like drinking more water). They are six years old! JoJo came back from nap-time yesterday to give me a big hug and ask, "How are you? Do you feel okay?" That a little girl would care about me in this manner makes this whole mess worth it.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I miss you...