The week in Georgia was wonderful and a little intense at the same time.  We put down new carpet in our house, and at the same time the official measurements were being taken, I was showing the house to our new renters.  I went around to visit as many people as I could in the in-between time.  It was strange, because as good as it was to be there, it was the first time that Athens didn't feel like home.  Hard as that is, I think I am moving through my grieving Athens pretty well.  What has been difficult is finding my rhythm back home in Pennsylvania.  
Since I have been back at the apartment, I've had a cold, it's gotten cold and we've had a few consecutive rainy/overcast days.   It's been very hard to get back into a normal routine of writing, reading, etc.  During the days I was sick, I watched an abhorrent amount of television because my eyes crossed to read anything (not even the computer).  I can't remember much from that time, but it was really unimpressive anyway.   
This week, however, I feel a new energy.  I signed up to volunteer at the local library.  I thought it would be a good way to meet people in town.  I am waiting to hear back about the job, but I tackled some tasks around the apartment that felt like I was truly continuing to purge and organize.   
More posts to come soon, on sleep cycles, job changes, and continued learnings on forgiveness.   
 
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