Job hunting

I sit at home wondering what happened in the past year. Since my grandmother's death last September, I took it upon myself to "live a colorful life" in her honor. Lola Angie had immigrated to the U.S. to work two accounting jobs in NYC in order to support her children, one of whom is my mother. She was a strong, determined woman and during my tough days in Bangladesh I would pray for her inner strength. My desire to live a colorful life brought me to the Philippines, Bangladesh, and now home. Today I started job hunting again...exactly the same situation as of August 2009, but I am not exactly the same person.

Two days later...

I'm hoooooooooome. After almost two days of travel (including layover time), I finally made it home. I traveled first by rickshaw, then by CNG, plane, and finally bus (I am reminded of my thesis writing days outlining the many modes of travel for migrants). Suffice it to say, reading DHS and customs security instructions at Newark airport upon my arrival reminded me of the privileges I have as an American citizen. For an unabridged version of what happened to my identity information in Newark, please wait to see me in person. When I got home I was prepared to roll on the grass in the front yard, but because of the lack of rain it wasn't as green as I expected it to be, so I skipped that and immediately made my way to my mother's garden. And, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I listened to the calm, evenly measured staccato notes of the crickets and feel back to sleep, peacefully.

Rewind: Graduation was a blizzard of emotion, but I was happy to know that I'll be back in August. I've already ordered new course books for Reading and Writing!