Funny that a couple nights ago Avenue Q was mocking the post-grad search for "purpose" and yet here I am, looking for... well, not purpose. But something that is more than going to work 9-5 every day and watching B-grade reality tv shows every night. I want my life to be fuller and I want to feel like I'm doing something for something. You know? Not that I don't think my job has its own purpose, but it's not necessarily fundamentally what I'm passionate about. Which is fine with me - I've realized that I can't necessarily be passionate about my job, or work for something I'm passionate about. I can't explain it. I still want to be doing something I believe in- just maybe not relying on it for a stable income. Because then it is less about passion and more about my own means.

Anyway I'm heading home again this weekend to get my new glasses (oh yay), and hopefully do some writing. Next week I am going to submit an application to volunteer at the New York Asian Women's Center, where I had interviewed for a Caseworker position back in May. I really would have loved to work there, but (and I am about to prove my point above) it wouldn't have paid me enough. Anyway I think it will be good, and eye-opening, and educational.

I'm exhausted, yo.