It's been a few days since I've gotten back into Tianjin, a sense of unease is already settling in. I don't know what to do with my time. I feel lost and lonely, yet I'm home and surrounded. I fear returning to Vancouver, where I'd have to answer the seemingly unanswerable question, what is it that I want to do with my life?

Start my own business? But selling what? Maybe open a teahouse? I've always wanted to open a geisha teahouse in Vancouver.

Writing? I've had no formal training in this, definitely not much after high school. While I'm writing this I'm not even sure I can stand reading it over afterwards.

Advertising? If I don't come up with a fantastic business idea or haven't produced a magnificent manuscript prior to returning to Vancouver, then I'm doomed to lead an ordinary life, receive a meager wage from an advertising firm, making coffee, delivering mail, and hopefully writing taglines in between?

Or maybe I could use mom and dad's connections and work in real estate in Beijing? How is that any different from selling my soul?

Maybe I should seriously consider the contingency plan of marrying rich? Although I do love money, I still would like to accomplish something worthwhile in this lifetime.

I feel scatter brained and lacking in focus. It's pissing me off. I feel like I've had enough fun, spent enough money, done enough of nothing, it's time to start producing. Maybe it's time to see a fortune-teller.

Which path is the most promising one? Will some divine power please tell me?