Oofph. I've been having a little trouble this week with what I'm calling, The Re-Entry. Boy, it's been a bumpy one.
Coming off of a week in Costa Rica, I'm finding New York and little hard to handle right now. I've always considered myself a City Mouse, and all I ever wanted was to grow up and live in "The City". I would go away on vacation, but was always glad to come back.
This time around, though, it's been hard to adjust. The trains seem too crowded, the crowds seem too loud. My tolerance of peoples' neuroses way too low. Everything seems disproportionate and out of focus.
Is is just a product of my beach vacation? Is it a shift in priorities? Am I changing as a person? Growing up?
I hit my 30's in stride, but 35 is turning out to be kinda a tough one.