twisting rolling winding the ramin noodles onto my fork... perhaps i should wait to enjoy these until i have no money to afford to live on my own. it's becoming a reality sooner than i thought. for almost everyday dad asks me if i have enough to move out. i dont now. feel like i never will.
things at his work are looking like he'll be moving on from this job maybe sooner than he ever thought, too. re-negotiations within the company and all... what's cheeper: paying 60 thousand per year for an american or 6 thousand per year for someone living in india?
perhaps that's why he's in such a hurry to "help" me move on and out. so anyhow, these noodles taste good- but they're better when my brother makes them... maybe next time.