Self-pity

I'm a bit low today. Perhaps the lowest since I arrived. It descended on me without any real warning on the train, a minature existential crisis. I'm homesick, for the first real time. I miss Melbourne. I miss my family and friends. I wanted to see Kiyono tonight, to be able to hold someone but she was busy. God, it's hard to get any kind of traction here. I feel like a first generation migrant - alien, unwanted, on the margins.

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