sometimes it sucks

It really worked out that when I got here, I met a friend with whom I was having lots of fun – it made me feel like I could have a life here. Now that I’m back from California, I’m staring face to face with the reality that this place is not my own. Most of the people I know here I’ve known only since September, if that. I don’t know how to get around, I don’t know what’s available, I don’t even know how to figure out what’s available. Nothing can replace the feeling of “home.”

Walking the streets on a Friday night, people seem satisfied enough – they sip their lattes, go on dates to the movies, drive around checking each other out, go to the mall….I suppose I could join them, but one thing is missing – my people.

Therefore, I declare: moving to a foreign country where you don’t have people sucks. I miss home.