It all happened so quickly that I almost don’t remember it happening. I went to India on Thursday, got back on Sunday, and started the new job on Monday. I barely slept all week (I was that busy) and somehow, though I’m overjoyed with the job and excited about it, I’m listless and… I dunno the word to explain it without sounding… well… never mind.
I felt the same way after I moved houses. It was a project that was completed, a goal achieved. This job is also something like that, something I intended to get (and now have to keep and grow of course) but now that I’ve finally gotten it, I feel strangely adrift, without purpose.
I tried retail therapy and my new wallet’s near empty (but it’s new :P), but that only offered a temporary distraction.
I somehow try to covince myself that everything is meant to be and that there is a reason things are the way they are, but this feeling is just so frustrating that I’m impatient to get away from it.
Only, there’s nowhere to go, you know?