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“So, how do you like Sydney?”
This single question has plagued all my social interactions for the last three months. It’s intended as a social nicety—a way of propelling conversation between near-strangers forward. I appreciate it and I know what I’m supposed to respond—but it’s become an increasingly difficult question to answer.
The truth is that I’m struggling.
I’m lonely and isolated. I’m frustrated. I cry a lot.