This might be an unwished-for rant, but today I moved all my stuff about a quarter mile. On foot. And yes, some people helped me out of the goodness of their hearts. But it did underline the fact to me that I don’t know many of the people here—or, somewhat worse, they are people I know/recognize who fail to acknowledge my hellos. I know I am painfully shy, but having people to pull me out of my bubble some really helps. My co-researchers are nice and friendly, but they don’t always seem that interested in doing stuff.
And I just realized that this is going to be my first birthday without my close friends and/or family. It seems kind of silly, but knowing that has made me feel all the worse. I never had big plans for my 21st birthday, but I feel sort of bad that I am going to probably spend most of it on my own.
I suppose that this is the culmination of spending the better part of the last week with little to no company and a tiring and stressful day, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting.