Assuming things can't get worse. They can and they will.
Assuming you can count on some people. For some things at least. You can't.
What to do when home doesn't feel like HOME anymore? When you have no second "home", when you have nowhere else / no one to go to.
(Wishing I could afford a hotel for at least one night. I could really use two days in Cluj. Away from all this.)
From Søren Kierkegaard's Repetition (via Berfrois on FB):
Where am I? What does it mean to say: the world? What is the meaning of that word? Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought from a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn’t it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager? I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?