divine angst

For the first time since we got to Our New City™ I feel a touch of melancholic lonely. I don’t know why—our social life here so far isn’t greatly different from our social life in Our Old City. Perhaps its just that here, I can’t call my old friends to go out. Or perhaps it’s that, instead of spending my days with the same people, my old colleagues, here, so far, I’ve been shuffled from orientation event to orientation event, without much chance to choose the folks I want to talk to—or at least for very long.

I don’t think that last sentence made any sense.

What I mean to say is that I feel sort of unsettled. I’m sure that, in a few months, I’ll be mightily tired of my section and of seeing them and hearing them every day. But for right now, I’d welcome the regularity of a seating chart, the ordinariness of a schedule that doesn’t change every day, and the familiarity of seeing the same faces at the same times.

I worried that our long orientation would be TOO long. Then I thought it was a good idea—giving us a chance to have fun with each other before the hell started. Now I’m back to thinking it’s too long. So much of what they’ve had us doing is fun and we’re meeting so many people but it’s wearing me out. I am ready to get started.