I’ve settled (at least partially) back into my parents’ home once again. It’s very odd coming back. I kinda figured I’d be getting my own place and getting a good job. Making a decision to teach has thrown all of that out the window. For at least another couple years, I’ll be very poor and probably living here in the same ol’ room I grew up in. Does this make me a failure? The more I think about it, the more I think no. This arrangement is the road less traveled. Life would have been easier at first had I went for a corporate job. But instead, I’m going to take the position of a servant, hellbent on trying to change a culture that has frustrated me for a long time, for a lot less money. If that’s failure, nothing challenging would ever be worth doing.