Asian Parents

"That's your fault for majoring in what you did."
Thats what my mother told me, in addition to asking me why I was still living in their house.
"You've saved at least...$10,000 living here!" she claimed.
Her first remark implied that I should have studied something useful, or should already be in graduate school. LSAT? GMAT?
But I've settled for what?
Oh. That's right. Film.

I have never felt completely supported in my choice to study film. I am passionate about a lot of things. Sure, business is one of them. I love pitching ideas, I love selling things to people. When I see  something, hear something, or try something and love it, I can't help but want to share what I know. Down side of all of that is that I am horrible at selling something I don't believe in, and in this day and age there aren't a lot of companies I would really care to work for. And sure, law could possibly be a passion, but I don't know enough about it. And yes, I know with certainty that the arts (film, music, visual arts) are a passion of mine. And film is what I chose to study.

And so that leads me to where I am now. Unemployed and homeless to start off 2013. This weight I feel, this knot in my gut, is strangely familiar to how I felt around this time two years ago. Have I come full circle...in perhaps a not so good way?