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....