November came and went like a rug pulled out from under my feet. I'm finding myself in a strange world of being on holiday when everyone else is busy. Having my stuff all packed in boxes stowed in closets throughout the house strengthens that feeling, like I'm a guest instead of a resident, so I forget that this isn't just a vacation, it's supposed to be the start of a new life in a new place. I'm supposed to be Ms. Grown Up Responsible still. That includes getting things done like registering my car, paying bills, finishing up Christmas shopping, and most importantly, keeping in contact with friends new and old.
I confess I'm worst at the keeping-in-touch part. I made a lovely set of friends in England, and I have good friends left behind in Provo, and I'm anxious to keep them, but being so far from them makes it harder to keep tabs. Especially since another tendency of mine in holiday mode is to wholly ditch the cell phone and spend less time at the computer, temporarily exchanging my single social life for family life. I haven't really ever had to mingle those before.
On top of that, I got my annual Thanksgiving tonsillitis/cold. I'm supposed to be responsible and get a job in holiday mode AND with a cold? Someone save me.
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It's okay that you find yourself secluded. I still love you. I accept that secluded-ness as part of you; you've always been that way.
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