These days are tougher than I anticipated. Simple actions require a heap of motivation and my body constantly nags for sleep.
I am easily tripped up. On an hourly basis, I am reminded that I am a stranger here. I don’t have more than acquaintances. I can’t speak the language and it’s entertaining to tease me.
But then the sun goes down and new days begins. More sunrises will come and eventually I’ll be something more than a visitor. At the end of two years, I’ll wonder why this was so hard. Till then, I’ll endure those tough patches with this reality: I want to be here. I really do.