IDENTITY SHIFT.
Looking back I am overly thankful I was kept stateside. However, as months of stay-at-home orders continued on, my identity had to adapt.
Having become accustomed to making friends with the person in the seat next to me, eating in airports, doing yoga in terminal 3 of ORD, and even having a pair of flight attendant pumps. Being stuck in one literal spot has taken its toll on me.
It felt like mother nature grounded me. As I write this, I consider the fact an entire year has gone by and it sometimes still feels unreal.
For the time being, my passport won’t get stamped, my bright yellow crocs adorn my feet instead of heels and my view consists of a 13″ laptop screen. One desk in my home has become the spot to work, do my taxes (yes you can call me an overachiever…), video chat with friends and journal.
In the abrupt switch from ‘home’ being anywhere (see my last post) to everything happening at home, the 180 sometimes still feels like a strange dream.
The seasons of the last year, in my life, won’t be remembered by the weather. Instead, the last 12 months are now marked by the incremental and often uncomfortable identity shift.
Awesome blog! So many of us can relate to the situation and change of venues! Thanks for your ins!