I'm good at pottery. That's it right now.

I really feel like I'm struggling here in Houston. I don't enjoy it as much as I have been trying to make things better. The adjustment just has been too difficult. A lot of things have happened, mostly for the worst. And well, I just keep traveling and traveling, usually visiting my NYU friends. There I go, being a junkie of my college days. I've become dependent on all things and all people New York. I'm only happy when I am there, when I am with my new yorkers. It's really sad. I feel like I can't "make it " here in Houston. I just can't wait to graduate in four years and move to another city. It's really sad. But that's what it's become.

I mean things are fine. Got my own place, my health is for the most part fine, not too much stress except family obligations, and doing a lot of bohemian hobbies like art, reading, and just bumming like no other. I'm just, well, depressed about my current social life in my current city. That's really it.

I do wish I had a boyfriend because that's sort of the shortcut way out of all of this. But I know from dating Diego, that is not the answer. I do so much pottery now because that's all I really look forward to. It's a community I have most niche with, and it's a trade I'm occupying my interest and skill in.