Homesickness.

The word doesn't quite explain the way it feels. Even so, maybe I
simply chose the wrong word. That happens a lot when you're trying to
express yourself in another language.

Still, compared to Japanese, my English skills are pretty good. Now
try to imagine what I'd sound like speaking Japanese.

What's missing isn't something as frivolous as the names of the
streets, or the familiar faces. From that point of view, I respect
myself. It is not about sex, the taste of the beer or the weather
either.

My mojo must be hiding somewhere around here. After all, there is no
way to lose who you are. If there was, I'd probably try out.