So I've been here for five weeks now. That's kind of weird. My old home seems really far away. My old life seems really far away. It can't be this easy, can it? Is that all there is to it? You just pack up and move all your shit and go to a different place and slot in and then bam, there you are. Getting on with it in a completely different town, with completely different people? I mean, that's it?
Even the massive amounts of stress at the beginning seems a long time ago. Far longer than five weeks. Do I feel settled? I don't even know. I definitely feel more settled than I thought I would five weeks in. I thought I'd be spending every evening blubbing into my pillow, lamenting stuff and things. But I haven't been really. And the panic attacks are almost under control. Most of the time.
Work people are fully ace, which helps a lot. Oscar the office pooch helps a lot. Possibly having a proper job with real hours and fully visible cupability helps. It's not like I didn't work my ass off when I was freelancing. But, well, let's just say I did most of my work in the middle of the night, half naked, lying on my living room floor. Hang on, wait. I mean writing. I wasn't freelancing as a hooker or anything. Although, now, there's a thought...
I've even met some cool people outside of work. Well, a person. And he'll probably have friends, right?.
But I miss people. I miss some people a lot, lot.
I don't wonder when I'm going home anymore though. I just wonder: what happens next?