Sigh.

11:55pm, Guangzhou, PRC.
In the hotel room that i split with my student's assistant, I'm on the computer playing a song that is nothing short of a chunk of my high school nights grilled to perfection, sitting on a plate in front of me and wafting nostalgic fumes into my face. Hearing the song, she starts a conversation. It goes like this:

"You Happy?"
"Happy? No."
"Homesick? What do you miss?"
"Home. Lover. My Life."
"What can you do?"
"Nothing. Go home."
"My homesickness is worse than yours. I have no freedom."
"..."

The worst part is, it's true. She doesnt. I can up and go at any time if things get too bad and I know i can afford a plane ticket home and still have a cushion of seed money to start over. I can't bitch about anything, because the minute i start i need to pause and remember- homegirl who works more hours doing more stuff than i do makes a tenth of my paycheck. A tenth, not exaggerating at all. And she makes double what everyone else working around me makes. This is not something that I am proud of, or that I agree with. There are a lot of things that I want to say about those two salary related facts, but theyre all going to wait till next time.

Cause Jessie is Le Tired. Sorry for the lack of analysis and comment, the mini-conversation just struck me so deeply that I felt the need to share it.

Love you
Jess