When I first arrived back in Minneapolis, I felt as though I had just woken up from a coma and had to undergo re-socialization. I felt a little "Wait, what year is it? Who is the president?!" and so on and so forth. Most of that has sort of faded away and now I'm left with the task of rebuilding the life that I had before selling 90% of my possessions and shipping off to Scotland.
This is the second time in my life that I have gone through this kind of thing. When I was 12, my parents and I moved to California. When I was 16, we moved right back to Minnesota. I was back at the school I would have been attending had I not moved, with all the friends I had known since Kindergarten, and not very much had changed. Well, I mean, I had changed, but it wasn't all that obvious to me or anyone else. This time, I feel it more.
In any case, I just got home from my second shift at the hospital (since I've been back) and I feel as though not too much has changed. Sure, we're charting on the computer instead of hand-writing our notes, and there is a lot of new staff, but overall, it's the same. And don't get me wrong, it's beyond great to be back, but there is just something that feels disjointed about all of this. I'll wait for it to wear off.
xo
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