My choice

It's the first post.

By right it should be a happy post, but I'm feeling down today.
The first time ever since I came USA.

I don't like the environment.
It is too cold. Way too cold.
I feel so lonely. Way too lonely.
It's so cold, so lonely that I feel I'm changing.
To not my usual self.

I talk less.
I laugh less.
I joke less (or never).
It's so bad that I feel so out of place.
I dread my feet every morning.

Coming back "home" is a release to me.
At least. I can then do my personal stuffs.
To cook, to read, to do household.

I should be optimistic.
I ought to be,
Afterall this is my choice.
Definitely not the wrong choice.

At least, not till now.