Coming Down

I had a great time in New York.  I wanted to tell you all about it but I am really coming down and not feeling myself at the moment.  COming down from the high (not literally) of New York and the stresses of travelling are making me feel all up in the air.  The other night I considered moving back to Canada or finding some pretext to live in America.  It's not practical, but I've been having such a good time here it would be good to be closer to it.

I suppose I can either win the lottery or invent a way of travelling between continents that is faster and cheaper than flying.

Today there is this strange combination of fatigue and angst and loneliness.  It will go away, but there is not much I can do about it at the moment.

Also, it looks like I have hurt a friend of mine, so there is that to feel bad about too.