New, new, new. New office. New teammates. New passwords to remember. New faces to tag with names.
I just wish that the new would be enough to drown out the yearning for the old. For comfort. For familiarity.
I still don’t know where I belong — at the edge or cozy at home. Maybe neither.
As I deal with my own emo tra-la-las, the folks at home are going through their own drama. No matter how much I’d like to think it’s because of my leaving, I have a feeling I was only a trigger of a bigger blast that was already bound to happen.
.: ishcapades 