Post England Blues

So, as expected, it has taken me forever to write something since returning from England. I feel that every time I go there I continue to get more and more attached to the culture. Of course I adore everyone I have met and of course spending time with Alex anywhere would make me happy....but I truly believe that I fit in better with English culture. Particularly when comparing it to my current small town Wisconsin culture.

The last few weeks have been rough, Alex wise. Not that anything at all bad has happened in our relationship. I am just suffering from some major post England blues.  For the first week I didn't want to even talk or see anyone. I did the typical depressed emo thing and cried at night a lot and snuggled up with pillows. I couldn't get to sleep at night and the sleep I got was less than restful. Plus it wasn't until this past weekend that I was able to sleep past 8:30 am, no matter how tired I was. My appetite has definitely increased. Which is highly unusual for me. Apparently I have been drawn to comfort eating. I am glad that has finally subsided.

I think the long distance has just finally gotten to me a bit. We have been doing this for nearly 4 years and it has gotten more than old. It doesn't help that I see everyone around me getting engaged, married, or having babies. Not that I am in a super rush for particularly the latter, but seeing everyone so happy and having things together makes for a more difficult transition for me. At least this time around.

I have been trying since I have gotten back to Wisconsin to keep myself busy and use lots of coping skills. I have been trying to find some hobbies to occupy my time, particularly ones that involve other people. I have a tendency to keep to myself and felt that it would be a good idea to join a few clubs so I can have fun interactions with others...since I am only taking 2 classes this semester. I have been looking into a few different ones, have only joined one thus far. I am hopeful tho.