For three or four years, I have waited for my unhappiness to pass and yet it is still here nagging me.
I used to think that my discontentment was the result of living here in the Bay, missing my friends and family, etc. It seemed odd to me because so many people are able to move away and start new lives and make new friends. I often ask myself why I can't just be happy with what I have. I am the Master of Denial and sometimes surmise that my expections are too high and that the grass is not, in fact, greener.
It doesn't matter how I spin it, how much I try to avoid and deny it, I am still lonely.