WFH existential blues

I'm contemplating making a trip back to the office, now that more of my colleagues are starting to work from there. But I really enjoy working from home and have to push myself in order to work from the office - there's a lot more prep I have to do: planning ahead for dinner, school runs, and such.

There's also a bunch of stuff I forgot to collect and clean up before the lockdown hit, and I'm unsure where they are in the office now. I dread the idea of returning to the office to look for them — stationery, notebooks, the monitor assigned to me... I suppose the locker I've signed up for still has my stuff in it.

I feel very much trapped in a "transitional" state, where COVID came and basically, stayed... sort of what it is right now.

It's like purgatory but with all the creature comforts. Or living out of a suitcase inside a really nice airport terminal. Part of me feels too comfortable working from home.

And I'm not sure if I should, like in the Matrix, proverbially swallow the red pill and fight my way into harsh reality... whatever that means.

I think no one really knows what reality is anymore, so people are just busy making up nice realities for themselves, and that might include making themselves feel very comfortable at home.

credit: Yasmina H, via Unsplash (No, this is not what I look like)

"And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself,
"Well, how did I get here?"

— Talking Heads