joon’s world

A couple of weeks ago I started pondering who I am.  Lack of identity is part of one of my disorders that I alledgedly have, but I’m not sure that’s the problem.  More likely, it was stimulated by the one year anniversary of my second stay on the psychiatric ward, and subsequently moving in with my parents.  We all thought I’d be there for six months.  Now it’s one year and counting.  I have a degree that I don’t use.  I can only work part-time.  What does that make me?

Truth:  I have no idea.  I’m just taking it day by day.

Three weeks ago my uncle died, and as the family gathered, we had a chance to look at old pictures and reminisce. I began wondering about some of my ancesters.  I specifically wanted to know when my relatives had come from Europe (mostly from Ireland.)  And I have a relative who served in the Civil War at Gettysburg.  So I started doing some poking around on some geneology sites and I am having a ball!  My family is even excited about what I’m doing.  I realized that research is something I’ve always wanted to do and always have loved.  I need a hobby to keep myself busy – this is turning out to be a good one.