Mood: Rejuvenated (despite being overwhelmed)
Coming back from vacation is always hard. I left Seattle about two weeks ago with an overwhelming desire to pack it in and go home (so to speak.) Arriving in NYC was exhilarating to start out, but had taken its course by the end of last week. I thought certain Seattle people that I encountered around town were stuck up. Oh lord, no. NYC - most of the guys there had their noses stuck so high up in the air, I was convinced that Cloud 9 was lined with cocaine. It probably was. That’s how snooty it felt for me. Last year it didn’t bother me so much. Now I realize just how hyper-sensitive I am to that crap. I shouldn’t be. Really, I shouldn’t. It’s not worth wasting valuable emotional and psychological energy that dissipitates from your body when confronted with those feelings.
Anyway, I was glad to come back to Seattle. I realized that my life in Seattle was actually not too bad. There are some things I would like to change, but change takes time. I realize, too, that I got to be willing to persevere in order to fully realize the positive potential said changes can provide. Coming back to work was alright the first day. Today (the second day), however…not so much. I am overwhelmed in both positive and negative ways. At this point, I need to focus on the positive end of the continuum of “overwhelming feelings.”
I met someone recently that makes me feel special. This person realizes that I am a good person and has been incredibly good to me in just a few days of knowing him. I am fortunate to meet this wonderful person at the right time, at a time when I needed this companionship the most. It makes the overwhelming feelings at work seem miniscule, if not, non-existent. For this, I am grateful.
I plan to write more about NYC and recent developments in my life in future blog posts.
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I feel ya’, bro. I moved to Seattle very briefly after living in NYC (East Village) and the place drove me insane….it’s like it’s covered in plastic wrap and the whole city is on Prozac. It is so far from the rest of civilization, you feel completely isolated, the weather is extra conducive to bottomless pits of depression, and people juat are not that cool at all. It took me FOREVER just to meet a few actually cool people, I think being so cut off people there have no idae how to act, so they just kind of do their best at6 imitating what they think is normal, but it comes of as some surreal kind of theatrics….I left really quickly…..never been more depressed in my life. Oh and the nightlife is a joke, what nightlife? That place has no funk….to damn white.