That thing where…
you become disheartened over nonsense, your mood sours and you start wallowing. So you take yourself outside to enjoy a beautiful, warm afternoon wandering new routes through the city, experiencing new things, tiring yourself out.
As you wander home you run into your friend, fresh from a frolic in the lake. You ditch the surplus clothes and dive into the cool, fresh waters. You walk home happy, content.
Then you receive an email inviting you to an impromptu get together with new expat friends the following evening. And you start to feel as though you’re — finally — part of the fabric of the city.
That.