As the plane touched down I remember thinking to myself how glad i was to be home. The simple act of sitting in the front seat of the taxi that was to take me home filled my heart with joy. Driving past familiar ground returning me to my place of strength and happiness.
The weekend pasted with a blur a stream of friendly and well known faces filled my time. Reconnecting with friends and family learning what had transpired since my departure. A day in the park, nothing but cooling beer and quick kick of the football. Everything comforting and yet my thoughts keep drifting back to her. I struggle to figure out what this is that I'm feeling.
I returned to work today. The place seems to have changed so much, many new faces are scattered around the office. We are on the precipice of great things. The market is screaming for talent however and I'm uncertain if i should stay or move on. So much uncertainty. I feel my life to be missing direction but unable to pick a destination.
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