I'm crying as I type.
I've just spent three hours trying to rearrange my finances, my schedule, my needs, so that I can go back to school full time in September.
I do this every year.
I want to go back so badly. I daydream about it all the time.
But I can't.
It would mean never being home with India. I can' t pay my bills, raise her, and go to school without something giving. It would be her. It can't be her.
My dad always said, "Life's not fair."
Ya. Got it.
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