Bittersweet
Well, I have my official return date. Next Friday. For about 3 hours today I thought I was coming home this Fri (even made travel plans to and from the airport) and I had a whole slew of emotions hit me. You ever hear the stories about the people who get kidnapped and they end up falling for their kidnappers? I know there’s an actual name for that, just can’t think of it through my 2 glasses of wine right now. Anyway, been held hostage here for 2 full months now and I feel conflicted about going home. Isn’t that stupid? I’m worried that I’ve been here so long that its going to be weird going back. And things are different since I left. KC will be gone for good, my office will have been moved at work, it’ll be almost the END of summer (which I completely missed), my dogs will probably have forgotten me (come on, they’re dogs. they have a 7 minute memory span)… Most of all, I dread going back to work. I work in a miserable atmosphere of hatred and disrespect and that’s hard to even think about when I’m working with such great people here (well, with the exception of the guy who’s given me flowers twice and who neglected to tell his wife he was hanging out with me. Creep.). I miss everyone so much it aches, but the thought of going back to my job…. I know I’m so lucky to have the job I do, and I am even more lucky to be so comfortable at such a young age, but I don’t think anyone should have to work in a place that they dread going to every day. Anyone need a young engineer??
