I've been feeling incredibly disconnected lately, and it's really bringing me down. For as much as I have no desire to live in Northeast Ohio, I'm having a hard time with not seeing the people and places there. Thank you, Facebook, for reminding me that I live 2,000+ miles away from most of the people and things I care about.
The other thing that makes it hard is the job change. Sure, I work with a stellar bunch of people now, but the people I used to work with basically are my entire social circle here, and I see them at best for an hour or two a week. I love my wife and child dearly, and would do anything to spend more time with them, but you still need to have other adult relationships.
I'm not sure what I do about it. A lot of these feelings are rooted in the many summer rituals that I'm not a part of. In December, I certainly don't envy anyone living in the Midwest.
Related to the feeling of being disconnected is not traveling to various places. This weekend was hard, as many of my friends were at Cedar Point or Holiday World, but I'll likely visit those places in the fall. The bigger problem is that I always say I want to travel here or there, and I never actually do. That's completely ridiculous, because I've certainly got the means and the vacation time. I've come to realize that this is something I've been doing my entire life. After the first time I went to Hawaii, I kept saying how I couldn't wait to go back, and never did (not until I got married again). I need to stop talking about it and do it.
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