I think I am going through mid-life crisis.
Nothing makes me happy.
I kept thinking that if only we could move back to our previous apartment once the tenants are out a year from now, that might make me happy.
Or if D would ask successfully for a permanent posting to Hong Kong or Canada where all our friends are, that would definitely make me very, very happy.
Or if I had a baby, or a normal job outside of home, I just might be too occupied to think about whether I am happy...
All said, I don't think I am programmed to be happy, whatever "happy" means.
"Busy" is good enough for me for now.