It has been a couple of days that I am back home. I haven’t found anything like stability so far, but I didn’t expect to find it so soon.
Of course the first few days were spent unpacking, then I went to London for the weekend, and had one final day in Brussels before going back to work…
My first day at work was pretty easy. The morning was mostly spent with administrative things, signatures, getting access to all online systems again, etc…
I had a working lunch with my boss, concerning one of my first assignments, organizing a major conference in June 2015.
After that, our unit had a nice get-together and a drink, with a future colleague joining in.
I ran into numerous colleagues, all making big eyes and greeting me warmly with big hellos and questions about the trip. It was nice, but I have to say at one point I just hid in my office for the afternoon…
It was maybe all a bit too much, and I had a feeling I needed a break, already.
After 18 months of total self determination, I guess it will take some adjustment time to be back in an office, 9 to 6, Monday to Friday, and not being the absolute master of my time…
I took a plane to Zurich in the evening, flying home to see my parents.
My first night was spent in Zurich though, with my friends Heike, Toma and their baby, and in the morning, big surprise, Isabel, her husband and the two kids made a stop on their way to Italy, for a joint breakfast…
Back home, I spent Easter with my parents and my sister, her husband and my nephew.
It was raining most of the time, and so I used the time to calculate my budget, read a bit, and sleep a lot.
We watched old family movies when my nephew was a toddler, cooked, drank and went out for Easter lunch.
It feels totally normal to be back, and to an extend surreal. I haven’t arrived yet.
I’m just taking baby steps towards normal life.
People tell me it’ll take one or two weeks to be back on track.
And I think: you have no idea….