My friend told me I needed to find myself. Again. This seems silly. "I'm right f-ing here," I always urge to say. But not this time. I was quiet and said nothing (for once). Where am I? Other than being a redhead 100-pound woman sitting on her bed, wearing a sweater and grey striped pants, in her messy room full of objects – some sentimental but most ordinary and unnecessary, in a popular city in France, in Europe, on the planet Earth... other than that primal physical sense of being in the world... yeah, no, I don't know where the hell I am.