So, it’s 7:45pm, Friday. I’m in bed. I don’t really want to venture out because it’s cold and I don’t know my way around to feel secure enough to go and I have been sick since I arrived. It’s the first nite, since arriving, that I feel lonely. The last few nites I have been tired from shopping or running around everywhere with my boss. But today, I was at work and then home. I made a brief stop at the grocery, but I almost don’t like going because it’s so confusing. There aren’t many people who speak enough English to help you and everyone here is in such a rush, that you, almost, feel like an inconvenient shopper; unable to decipher what one thing is from another and not being able to find the things you want. I never realized how much our grocery stores had to offer, before this week. I can’t find butter or romaine lettuce. Stupid to be complaining over two small items, when they have 5 other kinds of green leafy items resembling lettuce, but still. I don’t feel alone, just lonely, and I only feel this way at nite. I don’t really feel anxious about being here or feel like I’ve made a mistake. I guess the best way to describe it is lonely. I remember as a kid, when my dad’s job would move us, I would feel so sad and would cry every nite. I don’t feel that way. I just feel lonely. My mom told me 2 weeks and 2 months; I just need to give it time.