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  • What is it that wakes me up at 3:30 in the morning and makes me desperate for another person's voice?

    I lie in bed and imagine friends from my life who are no longer in my life. Do they remember me?

    What would life be like if I were truly alone? No family, no wife, no friends, no dog.

    Isolated. Alone.

    When I was a teenager, alone was all I craved.
    When I was in my 20's, I prided myself on independence. I was self-reliant, strong.
    In my 30's I find myself dependent on others, hungry for support and connection.

    I'm 2,899 miles away from home. I've lost the thread of friendships that were so difficult to build.
    My parent grow older day by day.
    It has become difficult to remember why I made the move.
    I doubt myself and my motivations.
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