This small book of pages will become a place for me to record my reflections on my new life in this strange place. I do not anticipate writing in it often, but perhaps it will help me order my thoughts and experiences during this - awkward time. For now, I must practice my Gaian writing and reading skills. I must become as fluent in all things Gaian as I am in all things Porcelain, if I am to become a successful merchant here.

If the goal of a journal is to record all of one's innermost thoughts, then I shall end this entry with how much I love my wife, though I wish she... I am not even sure what I wish anymore. I wish she would let me take care of her, true - but I feel as though there is a barrier between us, and I wish I could break it down. Or that she would, seeing as how she is the stronger of the two of us.

This is not helpful. Now I am just frustrated at my inability to be the husband I should be for her. Where did I fail? I must have, somehow. It will not happen here. In this world, in this Gaia, I will not fail her, or my Uki.

Perhaps this journal thing is a bit useful after all. At least my motivation has been restored. I will succeed. We will not live in this tiny, rundown apartment long. I am glad of it now, but how I long to move into a finer house, with more refined and elegant things around me.

Enough writing. I work, then perhaps I shall write again should the mood strike me.