I had an attack of the wobblies Saturday night.  Went to local pub, which, in hindsight, would not be in my top ten greatest bars I have known, and sat there with a bunch of strangers, overly-loud music and 5 TVs in this strange town wondering what the feck I was doing there.  And what I was going to do.  Stilling haven't found the answers to the second question but the answer to the first is 'family'.  Have to make it work.