Resettled in Iowa
I'm officially posting from Iowa. The transition has been surreal. It's insane how little I think about Minnesota. Some would say that's mentally healthy. I disagree. I think it's a little more involved. My therapist did say that I would be feeling much better by the end of the month and should be back to normal by summer. My social life has been work and the few times I've seen my brother. I need to add friends into the mix.
The weather here has been brutal. It's actually worse than it's been in Minnesota, both in temperature and precipitation. It seems fitting, since my first winter in Minnesota was brutal compared to Iowa. All the snow is very pretty, but the cold temperatures and slick driving have kept me a little extra isolated. I've also struggled to do things I did more regularly before, like read, write, and practice.
Very quickly, I did develop a feeling of emptiness. My apartment is directly across the street from the now-demolished building where I lived late in college. Initially, my mind drifted to my mom and Angela, but that quickly gave way to the realization that they're gone. When you return to memorable places of your past, you develop a feeling of being there in that previous time. It occasionally feels like I'm back in school. It's bizarre. I need to adapt to this new reality.
That's it. That's the scoop. Next week is supposed to be warmer, so maybe I'll be able to explore a little. Hopefully, I can start finding my place and people.
The weather here has been brutal. It's actually worse than it's been in Minnesota, both in temperature and precipitation. It seems fitting, since my first winter in Minnesota was brutal compared to Iowa. All the snow is very pretty, but the cold temperatures and slick driving have kept me a little extra isolated. I've also struggled to do things I did more regularly before, like read, write, and practice.
Very quickly, I did develop a feeling of emptiness. My apartment is directly across the street from the now-demolished building where I lived late in college. Initially, my mind drifted to my mom and Angela, but that quickly gave way to the realization that they're gone. When you return to memorable places of your past, you develop a feeling of being there in that previous time. It occasionally feels like I'm back in school. It's bizarre. I need to adapt to this new reality.
That's it. That's the scoop. Next week is supposed to be warmer, so maybe I'll be able to explore a little. Hopefully, I can start finding my place and people.