Yeah, Ireland. Until this project ends — which may be never.
I live in a corporate rental. And I live in code. I live on airplanes. I live in Second Life (although I do that less lately, with the workload). Mostly, I live in limbo.
Sometimes I'm happy — like when I live on the radio. Mostly I'm... waiting. Neither happy nor sad.
This has been an awful, awful year. Pain and loneliness and hurt. Stress and solitude. Fear and fighting. Broken dreams and broken promises. I thought Mole's suicide in 2002 was the worst time in my life. This year has been worse.
I live in limbo. But I do live, damnit. Which means there's room for things to improve.
Just not sure how.