Seriously? This is ridiculous.
I've been home for three and a half days and I've already turned into the insomniac I was right before I left.
This isn't exactly what I had planned for my first post-mission post, but alas, it is nearing the 3 o'clock hour in the middle of the night and I have still been quite unsuccessful of singing myself to sleep. And my fingers were actually itching to type which is a sensation I haven't really felt yet since being home, so I decided to run with it.
So, here's the deal. My first mistake: I took a bit of a nap today which caused me to not be very tired when I laid my head down to sleep. My second mistake: I picked up Hunger Games hoping that reading would lull me into a sleepier state. (Uh, that was stupid. I should know myself well enough to remember that once I pick up a novel I can hardly put it down.) My third mistake: I have lots of heavy stuff on my mind. Like grown-up heavy stuff. Ugh. Moving, career, relationship. Yeah, the big stuff. It's hard to fall asleep when your mind is racing between running from savage teenagers trying to kill the protagonist that you don't really even like that much anyways, to moving to Utah [but where exactly?], to finding a teaching job and going through the application and interview process and then the never ending process of preparing to teach if I do in fact land a job, and lastly to the thought of the unknown but approaching day when I get to see him again for the first time in at least 2 years. Now do you question at all why I can't sleep?
Besides this, the adjustment has been fine. I will provide greater detail at a later time when I'm a bit more coherent so I won't be as embarrassed going back and reading about it as I will be later when I read this post. Don't judge me. My brain is whacked out right now.
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