At least I have a view from my window ... nice, isn't it?
I returned to work this week. It's not been the shock to the system that I expected, in fact it has been pretty easygoing. People have been kind, as well as genuinely interested in how I've spent the last six months. I have gently rebuilt my relationships, my routine, and I have come to grips with a new role.
It all seems just the same as when I left it. The only thing that might have significantly changed is me. Which was sort of the idea behind running away for such a long time.
There's been no frustration, no panic, and no grumpiness. Long may that continue. Time will tell.