Found out this weekend that my labmate's father passed away the day before he was supposed to fly home for a visit. My labmate was extremely close to his father so yeah... words cannot express how sad I feel for him.
I've been away from home for seven years already and each time I come back to the US from a visit home... the feeling that I'm squandering away time that I could be spending with my family, especially my mom, hits me harder and harder. I'm always so worried that something's going to happen to my mom - her health isn't exactly the best and my family puts so much stress on her - and I won't be there. If I could go 4 years back in the past, I'd definitely make a different choice. Between living at home with my mom and pursuing a PhD that I'm not even interested in? No fucking contest.
I've been away from home for seven years already and each time I come back to the US from a visit home... the feeling that I'm squandering away time that I could be spending with my family, especially my mom, hits me harder and harder. I'm always so worried that something's going to happen to my mom - her health isn't exactly the best and my family puts so much stress on her - and I won't be there. If I could go 4 years back in the past, I'd definitely make a different choice. Between living at home with my mom and pursuing a PhD that I'm not even interested in? No fucking contest.
Current Mood:
depressed
depressed





