Still waiting for the epiphany...

So, here I am, sitting in my aunt's home back in Atlanta, GA, USA. You may wonder, actually I'm wondering as well, what is it that I'm doing now, 35 days home? Am I employed? No, I am not. Am I doing something to generate some income? No, I am not; right now, actually, I'm just draining the last of my savings that I brought home with me. Do I have a plan for my life, at least for the short run? No, not really. So what is it, you are probably wondering, that I do with my time. Let me take you through a pretty typical, average day. I wake up in time for lunch, which is pretty unfortunate since no one, myself included, actually wants to eat lunch when they wake up. The first couple of hours after waking up should be sustained with a breakfast type meal such as cereal, eggs or my personal favorite, Fiber One cereal bars. This is disconcerting for me because I really like lunch food. I like sandwiches, salads, soups, hot dogs, what else do we eat for lunch? What is even more disconcerting to me is that I have no will in the morning to wake up earlier, despite the fact that I enjoy the tradition of eating a cereal bar for breakfast, a sandwich at lunch and then a meal at dinner. My lack of a proper schedule is really only hurting me. What is even more alarming is that this is an issue. I have so little to report that I am informing any stranger that happens, to their misfortune, to stumble upon this post of the oh so exciting nature of my current lifestyle. I'm sorry, to anyone, who has taken three minutes out of their day to read this. You will not get the three minutes back, but keep in mind, I'm not getting any of these minutes back, and I'm right here in the middle of all this intensity...Anyway, perhaps I will create a job for myself. There is no investor to finance this endeavor, but I really don't need one now as long as I get an occasional weekly gig of either babysitting, deceiving a three-year old child into trading pacifiers for Disney Princess toys by telling her I'm the "Passy Fairy", or the occasional 'gift' from my [very old] grandfather to pay for my gas. I must show gratefulness, however, that I am not living on the street or going hungry since I have been so blessed to be able to live at my grandfather's house now at no cost to me. Things can always be worse. For anyone (doubtful) who is interested in the ever-so-interesting life of an unemployed, indecisive 23 year old college graduate who just came back from a nine-month journey from home with the only accumulated skills of budget travel and resourceful thinking, stick around. I am pretty positive that there is more to come. I have nothing else to do.