Back when I worked at a place I hated it was always difficult to return from time off. Mondays were hard. It was harder when I returned from a long vacation. It was mainly hard because I was returning to a terrible place working for a terrible person.
I have discovered, though, that circumstances can still make it hard to return to the real world after time away.
When I was in Kentucky I was rarely alone. I would have a few minutes of alone time in the morning. I had some alone time when I drove by myself to and from my hometown. I had lunch alone that day. I had a little alone time here and there while my brother was at work and my sister-in-law was busy.
I now have the complete opposite.
My daughter is still in Greece. My son has his own place. My wife works from the time she gets out of bed until 6 or so and then goes for a walk. I’m alone for about 14 hours every day. when I am not scheduled at the barn.
I do like alone time, but I would like a happy medium between never having alone time and having 14 hours or more of alone time. The transition both ways is difficult.
When I was in Kentucky, a friend from high school commented on my post about being home asking if I was around for the weekend. She then made plans for us to get together before I was gone. When we met her and her husband in my hometown we ran into several other people I knew from high school.
When I am home, no friends reach out to get together When I go out at home I rarely run into people I know.
It would be nice to have more of a small-town atmosphere where I live. Or friends.
I love being home, but the transition from being around people and the small-town atmosphere to the aloneness and lack of community in the DC suburbs is jarring.