I got a case of the lonely blues this weekend. Up until now, I've either had company or been working too hard to notice, but this weekend it has really hit me: once again, here I am in a foreign country, all by myself and starting all over again. And although knowing to expect this feeling has made me better at dealing with it, I've also got to the stage where I just don't want to deal with it any more. Although I like having time to myself, I lose the motivation to do a lot of the things I would otherwise want to do when I spend too much time alone, and more than 24 hours with nobody to talk to is definitely too much. I've been spoiled with company over the past year and it's been good for me. In fact, I like the place where I live and I think I'm going to enjoy my new job, but I'm angry with the circumstances that brought me here when I didn't really want to move, sad about being by myself, and tired of dealing with my own company.
Isn't it ironic that when you really need to talk to a good friend, you can't get a phone line installed so that you can do it?