Truly alone.

Walking through the city I am constantly seeing faces of people from back home. I spot someone across the road and think it is a friend. I find myself calling their name in my head, knowing that it isn't them. Neon lights pass in a whirwind of color and I'm being guided like a piece of cattle through street after street to bar after bar. I want more than anything to know the next road up ahead or even be familiar with corner stores but I comfort myself with the knowledge that it will come with time.

At this point all I want is a space to call my own. A room I can put my things in and that is just mine. After that I can worry about a job and familiarity.

I appealed to a website called couchsurfing.com for a place to stay while I looked for an apartment. While my host has been gracious enough to accommodate me he has also been somewhat of an ineffective guide. There at times, but mostly not. So I'm left mostly to wander, terrified, on my own.

This city would be scary to even the most seasoned veteran.

So little to do and so much time. Wait...reverse that.