Things are sometimes just not as horrible as you thing they will be. Moving back to the train station actually hasn't been so bad EXCEPT for the commute home. When I arrived, one the guards with whom I was friendly raced over and embraced me and told me it was nice to see me again and where had I been and oh my goodness, it was nice that I was back. The evening cleaning lady told me I looked skinny and she embraced me and showed me pictures of her grandson, her son and daughter-in-law's wedding, and her step-granddaughter. People came up to me and told me they noticed how much weight I'd lost and said they liked my blonde hair. It was, dare I say it, nice. I didn't mind doing the job away from the client although I miss seeing my coworkers and our client manager. Hell, I miss the commute and, bigger hell, I miss the food that was provided to us.
I brought my lunch every single day and I still hate carrying my lunch almost more than anything. As we speak I am cooking up a kale burger to have for lunch tomorrow, with a side of cherry tomatoes. Tuesday I will bring along some of the Chinese food I am having tonight for dinner as a treat. Wednesday? Probably another sandwich with a side of cherry tomatoes. A snack of raw pecans. A banana. Damn, I hate doing this shit but lunch in my building is costly and I got no raise when I made the change. In fact, no longer having food provided costs me more and the longer commute takes time from me. When I was in college my dad told me that you cannot buy time. In this case, you can't even be compensated for it.
There is the odd combination of people and we won't talk about that. Some of them are wonderful and odd and others are just odd and one is wonderful with oddities. It's just like where you work, I'm certain.
I am back and get to see my friends every single day and in spite of my objections, it's been very good to have them around.