2 weeks after I came home. I still couldn't sleep at night. My sleeping hours were either 6 am to 9 am or 3 pm to 7 pm. Since I couldn't sleep at night, I slept whenever I could, no matter the time. I'll worry about sleeping normally when I start working again.
I came home to find that people have not changed. They are still the same people I knew before I left. But. They are moving on in life. Best Friend No. 2 is having a baby. A cousin is getting married. A friend's sister is getting married. An ex-colleague is getting married. The same people. Growing. Evolving. Moving.
And then there is me. I feel that I have changed. I am calmer, more confident, more independent. And yet I go nowhere. I am back where I was before I left, except that I'm not that same person who left. I have no idea how to fit in. I feel like a tourist in my own country. Except that I am not.
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