I have a sneaking suspicion the honeymoon is over. Yes - It's quite possible the charm of my temporary move back to SoCal has already worn off. I know it seems short-lived, but let's face it, my life was thrown into an uproar the minute I accepted this travel stint, and the chaos is finally catching up with me. I toss and turn at night. I'm (ever so slightly) moody and cranky. I feel an internal state of funk beginning to build. You'd think I'd be a little tougher, being the seasoned traveler I am. It hasn't even been that long. I've only been gone for two weeks, after all. Besides, it's beautiful out here, I'm having fun catching up with friends, and I genuinely enjoy my job.
So why am I complaining? Despite all of the upsides (and there are many), I can't but help miss my bed, my puppy, and my hubby. I'm working on a serious case of homesickness right now, and am not sure how to cure what ails me. Quitting is not an option (or really a desire). And, thanks to our mixed-up schedules, neither is a quick visit home. So, I'm just going to have to tough it out, waiting patiently for my angst to fade.
If memory serves me correctly, I felt this way the first months on my own in Australia. I missed Mouse, and our life together, so acutely it hurt. I pined for him in a way I didn't even know possible. But, eventually the pain dissipated to a dull ache, until I was able to see the value of being on my own for a spell. The same will happen here. It won't be long before I'm so caught up in work and my own routine, that I won't even remember what all of my moping was about. So, for now, I just need to power through these melancholy days and hold on to the simple things, like funny voice-mails and silly texts. They may not bring me the creature-comforts of home, but they will help uplift my mood and sustain my soul. (And that is more important than any memory-foam bed.)
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