Like a Thief in the Night! Forever, I rise!

I had no idea what it would feel like to return home. I feel like a stranger in my living room. Like I am a little too communist to be American and a little less than socialist to belong to Vietnam. I told you all Seoul swept me away. I wanted to stay. I come back to the tidal wave of things I must accomplish. Life. I feel my destiny pulling me to the next dimension. I have no idea what it will look like. I simply know I am not the same me that left for California, let alone Southeast Asia. Several of my closest people went through major life events when I was away. Kirstie was in a severe car accident. Kamahria's boyfriend (who had just professed his desire to marry her) dies young and unexpected. Leslee is in a terrible motor cycle accident and her boyfriend is STILL in a coma. Tampa floods. Chicago has tornadoes and California has wildfires that tear up portions of the state. I feel like a thief in the night. I feel restless and wanting. I feel lonely and afraid. I feel needed in too many places. I have to discern these premonitions coming to me. I have other things pending that I cannot discuss that add to the pressure. I am a constantly moving force of nature. I feel like I am orbiting some strange new planet. I keep sneezing like I am allergic to my own home and that is the one place I should NOT be having allergy attacks! School starts on the 24th. It is my last semester as I graduate. Bachelor's in Psychology. I am psychoanalyzing me at the moment. The things I cannot share are affecting me deeply but the sharing of them would be detrimental to those they involve. Pray for me. Send me love and the white light of healing. I am hurting. I am searching for the next step. The comfort is that faith I have in the power of my destiny. I know I will find it. As it nears the new moon, I know the pieces will rearrange themselves. I will see the puzzle piece. I will find its relevant space. I will grow and augment as necessary & I will march ever onward. This trip changed my life in ways I still cannot yet see. I look forward to the next few months of redefining me. I look forward to the next step. The next chapter. The next stage of my existence. From my mother's solemn and devout Christian perspective, The Devil would not work hard to pull you off your path if you were not solidly on your path. It just makes me try even harder. I love you all and am blessed by your constant love and support. I need you so very much right now!