I wish I was home. *sigh* I'm brooding. I still hate it here. I want to go home. I seem to have a lot more problems adapting than I expected. It's not the language. It's the food. It's not the work. It's the work environment, or lack of. It's not the space. It's the lack of space. My mind is filled with work 24-7, and I don't want to do it. I don't seem to have anything to do for myself. It's miserable!

I hate being surrounded by so many people, all the time. I've always felt that you were the most alone when you were in a crowded, over-populous place. Another resignation letter sits in my draft folder, waiting to be sent. I hate it here. Take me home.