Is it really homesick?

I'm tired.

I've been tired for a week.

Mum phoned tonight. We talked for an hour. She had just gotten in from Jordan and Katrina's social, so it was twenty after twelve there. It was a good chat. I told her about a pair of earrings that I saw today and thought about buying for her. They had the same setting as her ring from Lala but it was set in silver, not gold. So I didn't buy them. Also, they were $2100. Which wasn't the dealbreaker you'd think. I'll go into debt for her. She's worth it.

I miss my little cat. I get all squeakie at catfood ads with little tabby cats in them.

I miss my stuff. I've been wanting to root around in my stuff for the last week. Just puttering. I'm ready for a big purge of stuff (which is good) but I'm not there with my stuff to do it (which is bad).

I want to go through it and recycle it and toss it and donate it and generally rid myself of it.

I cooked today. It's a good way to forget that I'm alone here.

I keep forgetting because I have had people to talk to so I haven't felt so isolated but I'm alone now.

I walked to town this morning. It's about 4km but almost all of it is downhill. I wandered and shopped. Had to go to three different places before I found a bra that fit. And that only happened because the girl there suggested a back extender. So, I bought 2 bras (which are fantastic).

I ate sushi for lunch and picked up Whitney's souvigner. Then I walked back up to the grocery store and caught the bus home.

I was in the centre of a city of 125,000, with the total in-area population of 425,000 and I was all alone.

I hate being surrounded by people and being alone and then coming home and being alone. Too much alone. Even for an introvert.