Today was a hard day

This was a difficult day. I have been feeling increasingly lonely and homesick, for whatever that means. I never really felt at home in Delaware, but I miss my long chats with Tim, my friends at the winery, and playing scrabble with Christina. I've been going out and chatting with people at cafes and pizza joints, but they are fleeting conversations, nothing is sticking. I don't feel a kinship yet with anyone here. I have to give it time, I know, but how much is enough time? A month? A year? When does one admit to a terrible mistake and turn around?