Is this exile?

This past week has been a rough one. We’ve now been here just over a month and I’m starting to wonder when we will get to go home. I’ve had enough of adventures, enough of the new. I’m reading this series of books where the main characters have been exiled from their homeland. I’ve started feeling like I too am an exile. (A little melodramatic, no?)

Living in Atlanta still doesn’t feel real, especially when I spend most of my days at home or in my small neighborhood. I feel like I should have a sense of place by now, a sense of community, that I should be making more friends, meeting more people. I guess I’m starting to feel lonely (that’s big from an introvert such as myself).

I’m really struggling to find my own identity in this new city, in this new life. I feel like I should have it all figured out by now. I know that we only just arrived and that I’m giving myself a hard time but still it is hard to stave off the self doubt.

I need to find more work, more activities to fill my time and more people to talk to. It is hard to stay focused and disciplined with no outside structure. I’ve decided that finding more work and buying a bicycle are on the top of my list for the coming days.