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Last Edited: June 21, 2006, 1:41 am

The neighborhood is so quiet.  Even the animals.  Most of us in this neighborhood have dogs and cats.  I do not have any cat, but my neighbor across the street has a black fluffy cat.  I can't tell you the cat's name lest my neighbor, in case he is reading this blog, might recognize his cat.  But this nice, older cat is so intelligent, and so polite.  Anytime he sees me, he'll quickly come strutting across the street, and meows and purrs and meows again while gazing straight at my eyes, as if to say, "I'm so happy to see you."  Of course, I would meow back, and we exchange meows for some three or four times, and he would rub his shiny fur on my shoes... Well, I was not intending to blog about cats really.

"Crossroad"  is the title of this blog.  I have come to a crossroad in my life where I am asking myself,   "Who am I?  Where do I go from here?  What is the meaning of anything?"  I'm looking at the impressive suffixes after my name, certificates of achievment neatly tucked on the wall, plaques of merit nicely arranged on bookshelves - and all I feel is nothing.

Entry #17


emilygComment by emilyg - June 21, 2006, 1:23 pm
we all go through that in life.

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