Day 75

I guess tardiness is going to be my norm. Hey, at least I'm getting something written in the same century.

I'm still feeling like my happy pills are ineffective. The weight of being here and the possibility that we may not leave right away is taking its toll.

It's not that life is that horrible here, it's just that there's no chance of upward mobility. I could see coming here to finish out the last years of my career without any real responsibility, but not while I'm trying to experience all the world still has to offer me in what's left of my youth.

I'm not young any more though. 40, 41 in a couple of weeks. It's too late for me to start over from scratch, but it isn't too late for my wife. She still has time. But the longer we stay here the more the clock ticks away.

I also can't fathom sending my son to any of the schools here. Considering the caliber of people the local system produces there's no question that mediocrity would be the best he could expect out of his educational career.

I want the best for my family. This place is certainly not the worst, but it's so far from good that we may as well just home school him ourselves.

Ugh.

I need to be in a CITY.

*slaps self for the constant whining*

Day 75: 5.4 miles in 90 minutes.