If it’s been too long since I’ve posted, it’s because I’ve been getting lost in my own life a little bit. Not that anything bad has happened – not at all. It just seems that I went from a life I knew and was comfortable with to this new existence that is unfamiliar and, well, not mine.
First it was a new house. Waking up in a new place has taken some getting used to. Finding new routes to stores, restaurants, and work has been a fun challenge. Dealing with new issues that aren’t common in an apartment but are common in houses has been frustrating. Looking out my window and seeing trees and grass instead of a bar has been wonderful.
Now it’s the new job. When I wake up in that new place every morning, I put on an unfamiliar name tag, pull out of an unfamiliar drive way, take an unfamiliar route to an unfamiliar building, and spend my day in a sea of unfamiliar faces sitting at unfamiliar desks. I work in an unfamilar operating system with an unfamiliar CMS on an unfamiliar Website with unfamiliar pages, styles, and policies.
(There’s certainly some good unfamiliarity going on too. I’m enjoying getting to know someone new and having a lot of fun in that budding relationship.)
It’s not that the job and the house are bad necessarily. It’s just all so very different that at one point today – while I was washing my hands at the unfamiliar sink in the unfamiliar ladies’ room in the unfamiliar office where I now work – that I wondered whose life I’d fallen into. I briefly wondered how to get back to my old life, then scolding myself for such negative thinking.
Change is inevitable. I could have lived in my tiny apartment forever … sure. And I could have stayed in my ridiculous fun job forever … absolutely. But I’m aware that in time, everything will fall into place and the house, the job, the relationship, and all of the things that seem so horribly out of place will suddenly feel like they’ve been there all along …
… or so I hope.
