Waiting for the Train

It was rainy today. And waiting for the train on the platform, I bought myself a hot can of coffee out of a vending machine. Without opening it, I gripped the small can tightly, warming my cold hands. And as I sat waiting for the train, I thought about being a foreigner in Japan, something that I think about a lot because I don't exactly fit in.
As I thought about it, I felt a sense of peace in my solitude. There is no sense in trying to fit in, because I can't. And there is no pressure to fit in, because I won't.
Yes, I am an outsider in Japan, but wasn't I also an outsider living in Athens as a student. I was just one of 30+ thousand students who waltz into the community, thinking they own the place, and then disappear 4-6 years later taking only a diploma leaving nothing except their waste. How do the locals respond to this? How should students respond to this?
I opened the can of coffee and took a sip.