Suddenly it's winter and the sun is setting three hours earlier than it was a week ago and it's my childhood bed I sleep in rather than various borrowed beds and bare floors in foreign cities on the other side of the ocean...
I'm tired. Did all that really happen? It doesn't feel like it now that I'm back in this country/city/house.
I don't particularly want to be here, but I don't have much money left.
I need to get my life going.