…when you know everything is gonna be all right. After a week in a new world, one may realize one of many things, when its perfect acceptance of change, understanding that what has happened will make everything all right in the end and that the situation before them is very much like all others in life.

It has appeared true that my charisma is enough to find me becoming friends with almost everyone here, and that my enjoyment is matched by almost all others and, in fact, I am in a place filled with enthusiastic and interesting people. Thank the Gods for that.

However, no matter how long I spend in this world, I cant help but feel lost. I can’t help but wish for the touch I knew back home. No matter what I find here, I don’t think it can quite fill the need I dream of.