Palfrey's life

Am having what can best be described as a crisis of faith. I'm wondering whether I should continue with my PhD, whether it is important enough to my life to spend another 3.5 years here. So what started this? I think it's the realisation that it's my birthday tommorrow, and there's no-one here I really want to spend it with. There's some people I'll probably eventually email, but they're just other lost international students, thrown together out of "crap there's no one else to be social with" stress. That and they can survive because they can think "another month and I'm home". I can't do that. I *want* my people back, I want to find them again. My kind, my kin, my kith. The really scary bit is how easy it would be to do this. I could literally just pick up sticks and go. I've got enough saved up in various places so that I could just leave, could just go back to bris and forget I ever tried this. There would be hell to pay later, but right now it's tempting. It wouldn't take that much to get a plane tonight and get back. Gods its tempting. Fuck. I'm glad there's nothing to drink in here and that I don't like that much of the standard pub stuff here, because otherwise I would just get mashed and go.

Hells. This really isn't good. Almost 23 sucks.