With my first week of work under my belt, I'm feeling so many different emotions. I am so, so grateful to be back at work doing what I love. I am also remorseful that I didn't take better advantage of my time unemployed. I am pretty tired getting used to an early rising schedule again, while also maintaining the house. But most of all I really,
really miss my people.
Richard was in Omaha last week and I missed him a lot. I wanted to blog about it, but I was too busy missing everyone else in my life, in addition to him. The best part about living apart from Richard for the past two years was my super solid support system. I had great girlfriends to go out with, I had great co-workers, I had an awesome place to live and an awesome job. I love it here, but I'm still not adjusted. I spent most of Richard's week away curled up on the couch terrified. There have been some druggie people spotted in the neighborhood, and some thefts as well, so every sound that went bump I was whipping my head towards the sound and examining every door and window. Which was often because we happened to have two uninvited furry friends rambling around a lot in the kitchen as soon as the sun went down! (They have safely vacated the premises!) I've never lived in such a big place, so it is taking a lot of getting used to. Back home, if Richard was gone for the week I would have packed the week full of dates with my friends and would have been excited to have some time to myself. Here, I had dates with two rats, frozen pizzas, a pissed off bunny and "The Office." I missed him intensely every night.
The job is great so far, it feels refreshing to be working again, but I really miss my co-workers. I don't think I will fit in very well with the people I now work closely with, and that sucks after developing such strong connections with all my previous co-workers. I was really counting on working being my avenue for finding social connections, and now I just don't think it is going to happen. But I am definitely going to try. There is a really nice girl, seems close to my age, from New York that invited me to a Hula class on Monday night. Too bad she works in a different building than I do, but I am definitely taking her up on the invite. There maybe some dinner dates and happy hours in my future after all, so fingers crossed.
Richard has some pretty cool co-workers, but the couple that we like the best are moving back to the mainland next week, so I am also pretty sad about that too. I will definitely miss those two. So that leaves Richard and I being each other's sole (local) support system at the minute. So far, so good. I love having dinner with him after work every night. I think we have transitioned out of the honeymooning, but we are comfortably content. We are in a full blown "Lost" addiction. We are about to finish Season Four, so I don't know what we are going to do with ourselves once we are all caught up on the show, but it has been very fun getting into it together. All in all everything is really, really good. But I am missing my friends. Filled one hole only to create another. And the thing is, with these kind of holes, you can't just fill them in with anything. Some things, some people, are simply irreplaceable. So instead of looking for some filler, I have to start looking for some seeds to plant, and hopefully some new ties will grow.
