home.

it's been 1.5 months since I arrived in the states. It hasn't been too exciting but i keep telling myself adventures will come when weather is warmer. It's a very strange feeling to become accustomed to another country, their views, the kind of people, games etc in a very short period of time. It's takes another 3 weeks to get over the shock/differences.. then it becomes a way of living, almost. 

in a way, it is easier to be "used" to this country but in other ways, it isn't. I'm worried about my money as it seem to be disappearing quite quickly. I miss working/earning and surviving on my own. I dislike being dependent on people. It's easier to be independent. 

I miss the people I hang with - I wouldn't really call them friends but rather I am always ensured that I can have a good time with them. Here.. it is a bit on and off. People are more pretentious and closed off.  It's bizarre, I'm used to being with travelers; the mind and life of a traveler. Work hard and definitely you play hard. 

In saying that... I really miss home. 

I thought I wouldn't though but when you're mostly alone (not counting my lover), it's kinda difficult not to think about such things.

It is also hard because everyday i feel unproductive and lazy. I'm used to working and being so busy that I don't know what to do with this free time. 

I'm trying to be content and grateful. I tell myself everyday that it is something I need to work on. 

One thing I've realized is who my "real" friends are and who are simply acquaintances. distance provides a lot of clarity.