This solitary time has been great to figure out some of my interal workings. To sort out my thoughts and feelings. I haven't really resolved any of the big looming questions or anxieties but I at least figured out what they are.
I can't talk out these problems with anyone, but I am missing being social. I miss having dinner with friends and all those silly conversations about the merits of Moonstruck and how romantic comedies these days aren't nearly as good.
There is an advertisement for a writer's group near where I've been staying, I'm thinking of going to it. One of the things about all the crazy plot twists in my life is that they would make for an interesting book. Obviously it would be sold as fiction and I couldn't write everything exactly as it happened but I can write on the culture shock and craziness of aliens secretly living among us. And this would give me a chance to make some new friends. Writers are always a fun brand of crazy.
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