Yes, I realize that is has been a little quieter ‘round these parts than I would have liked them to be. To be honest, I’m being incredibly selfish with my time, completely surrounding myself with art endeavors and planning all of our Burns for the year. More than anything, I fail at adequately expressing what reintegration has been like without creating a sad, emo post that will certainly piss off many people and seem ungrateful.
We’re lucky. We had some amazing friends that opened their house to us when we hit rock bottom. With super cheap rent and a house over our head, we were able to get ahead – slowly, but surely. It has taken us TWO years to finally get back on track – something I hadn’t anticipated on. I feel like the reality of coming back is never addressed by bloggers and wandering through the darkness has made it a horrible ride.
Getting back into the swing of things after selling all of your belongings and traveling looks something like this:
After starting from square one, we’re finally moving into our own place at the end of May, both of us are working hard at our new, well-paying gigs, and we’re hoping to have our first new car in July. The things (“The Man”) I was so vehemently against when we left, I’m now embracing with a new understanding. All I want right now is a place to call my own, a couch to cuddle up with hubby, and a couch to watch movies on.
This isn’t the end. It is another beginning. We’ve learned we need a base camp. We’ve learned that we can’t make it by being a blogger. And most of all, we’ve learned that we like to work, come home, and leave work at work. Blogging was unhealthy for me because it was always there. I was always doing something for it. I turned into someone I didn’t know and felt as though I was consumed by this blogging monster.
So I stopped – everything.
And that is what has worked for us.
Have you been through reintegration? What tips and tricks do you have for people returning? What experiences did you have?