When I was on the train, I spent a lot of the time (especially towards the end) thinking about being home. Now I am home!
And now I don't know what to do.
On the train, every day was pretty well defined by a simple goal. Sometimes the means to that goal wasn't simple, but the goal itself was. Even when there was worry and anxiety, there was a way that it could be satiated.
And now I am home, and I have no particular direction. I am back to being paralyzed by options, and wondering what I do with myself next.