And so today, I dealt with a tragedy that has no importance in my new home. Quite strange to be in a place where I've felt the most cared for in my whole life, yet everyone is indifferent about today. I can't blame them though, I just never really thought about it. How Ameri-centric is that? That I just assumed that because Americans were in mourning today that the whole world was. I think it even affected me more because I was isolated from it. I went and sat down by the fjord and wrote in my Philosophy sketchbook and just mulled over what has become of my country and its people as a result of this day 5 years ago. Interesting. And even though I was the most homesick I've ever been today, it still wasn't impossible to deal with. It's necessary to feel certain things sometimes, so in a way it was relieving just to sit and think about home and let myself feel everything I wanted to. But it's late, and tomorrow's a new day. Peace and love, most importantly today of all days.