Today, finally, after 5 weeks of waiting, I got Internet set up in my new apartment in London.
After the initial surge of excitement (deleting the hoards of emails from a week of accumulation), I got to a point where the energy and adrenaline ebbed.
Part of me feels slightly obsolete on the Internet again. Part of me feels great that my life hasn't revolved around it.
Over the past few weeks I would just check my email at (one of my) work(s) on Monday and Tuesday. It was thrilling to catch up. But now I am back. Perhaps its just a matter of getting back into a rhythm.
Ah, perennial transition.