By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist
Just $12 fed mom and her girls, but bigger challenges lie ahead
What if the best you can offer to someone will never be enough?
To see how I’ve changed over time, notice which women I’ve fallen for
You’re wrong! And if you don’t agree with me, you’re an evil, lying moron
Desperate need to be special drives me to try to matter to those I love
Politicians, empires come and go; only love and nature will endure
Donald Trump is an evil man, but his political enemies are evil, too
Home is just a dream that some among us are still searching for