I stayed up too late a couple of nights to binge on the Netflix series, EMILY IN PARIS. I’m obsessed with it. It details the struggle of a young girl and her ability to leave her own city when she has no idea about language , systems that are set up to help her actually don’t. It explores the nature of “work”, particularly social work, but I know myself enough to know which kind of tiredness goes in which box. This feels like something else. Something familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it. What it is has been elusive until now. The moment a person enters a…