I am a little more stable right now, so I can write more. I have been very busy with moving and preparing for classes. My roommate is nice, but when talking about America, I have felt a little like the guy on the gallows not making the gallows joke. I am very overwhelmed at all times and spend lots of time crying. I can’t sleep in the mornings for anxiety. I have scheduled a meeting with mental health services here and hope I can get on medication.
Mom left a few days ago. I feel very alone, especially when she is asleep. We went to the National Gallery and National Portrait Gallery, both of which had so many famous paintings I felt 30% more cultured walking out on principle. Turn left — George III, two feet in front of you, full 18th century regalia. This must be what George Washington felt like.
Making friends is rather difficult, especially when it seems everyone else has managed it already and made their own groups. I hope it works out. My best friend lives in the Netherlands, at least, and I hope I can visit them. How are our friends? I wonder who you’ve met since so long ago.
The campus is very beautiful and this is ever an ‘opportunity’, but I miss America so much I can’t stop feeling unhappy. I miss Mom and my cats and my room. There is so much that’s happened all there is to describe is the overwhelm. I hope you are well, happy as you can be. I bet Mom will post pictures to the Flickr. You can be jump-scared by George III yourself.
I had to explain to someone what happened to you when they looked in my garnet locket and asked about our age difference. They are always surprised. I don’t want to always be like this. I miss you. It is the afternoon there. Enjoy the weekend, Soren. I love you.
With love,
Alice