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.

For me, Valentine’s Day seems to bring out my regrets every year
Kids’ willingness to blindly obey shows in Quebec teacher’s joke
Love & Hope — Episode 3:
Federal checks are destroying incentive to take entry-level jobs
What is this old longing for home? It’s the need for unconditional love
Republicans edge closer to inevitable choice of Romney to face Obama
Politicians sometimes lie even when they know they’ll be caught