This isn’t going to be a sarcastic, snarky commentary piece here.
I had a nice long, two-hour phone conversation with my friend, Benedicte today. She’s really awesome. She said that I was there for when she was a Frenchie studying in the U.S. So now she’s returning the favor. And, yes, I’m really glad she called me today. Over the course of the two hours I just poured it out. I’m trying to hold myself together and I haven’t told anyone else but, I’m miserable here. And it’s not because I don’t understand the culture or that I feel homesick. I just feel so lonely here. I don’t have any friends here. And I’m the kind of person that needs human interaction. Staying at my relatives’ place, I don’t have anyone my age that I could relate to. And unlike what I originally thought, not everyone here speaks English. I hope when school starts, I’ll be making more friends. I’ve been following up with my old friends on Facebook, and I feel bad that I’m missing all of their adventures back in the U.S. I’m wondering why the hell I chose to do this.