Stratford, NJ, USA
As great as my trip was (as evinced by the length of my travelogue posts. I mean, dang!), part of me now wishes I didn’t even go.
It has now been over five months since I called timeout in life and moved back to NJ to watch over my grandmother.
Truth be told, the first five months absolutely flew by. Sure, there were some challanging moments here and there, but, by and large, things were far easier than I ever imagined them being.
It didn’t take long for me to find a TV-watching routine that kept my grandmom engaged through the day. And I found a schedule for myself that made the time go by: I started eating healthy, bargain-hunting, learning Spanish, writing for my website, and exercising.
I had found a routine.
Until I moved in here, I had never really been a creature of habit. I loved variety. And, for a week, I recaptured that in California. But that had to come to an end.
Now that I’m back, the routine that had been sustaining me for five months has lost its momentum. I’m getting bored, I’m getting impatient, and I’m getting frustrated.
I’ve only raised my voice at my grandmom once in the past five months, but just this week, I had to stop myself several times. It seems that I forgot to pick up my patience at the baggage claim at Philadelphia International Airport.
I guess I’m re-adjusting.
