About a week now I have been back in a place I call my home, my base. Its strange to realize how such a familiar place can all of the sudden feel so foreign.
I've come to realize that people that see each other daily might actually have more to discuss then when it's been months, because nobody's interested in a summary of your life for the past few months. Bits and pieces slowly connect and with that the connection returns.
A friend told me not to see myself as a victim, but to pick myself up and continue as I had been going for a while now. Before I came back home I was very productive and full of new ideas, what is it about being here that makes it go away?
I guess he was right, and part of it is feeling sorry for myself.
I guess what I'm really starting to learn are the boundaries of me. I'm starting to see more and more clearly that I am a one and not a particle of a unit. I can not function in that way, and must not want to, cause it will only frustrate me.
It's not all bad. The weather is wonderful and for the most part people around me seem happy. For now I'm just in a constant mode of transformation, which I'm sure will have some positive outcome...
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