Spending the day in London, drowning myself out in the crowds on Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road. It's unusually comforting to walk around aimlessly with my backpack, seemingly searching for something that had been lost. My sanity, perhaps? Been spending tons of money at the internet cafe, searching for familiar faces to talk to over the wires, sensing a bit of home and security. It may be the weather that is making me so melodramatic. There are two million people here, but yet I cannot find a soul to confide in. I am feeling strangely attached to this place - I have only been here for a month and yet I cannot imagine leaving in three.