Fields of Green

One week has passed since I left Abbotsford, but it feels like so much longer. I miss it and the people I have come to appreciate so much, and despite that I am now surrounded by whom I love and who l0ve me, I feel strangely homesick.
It's different, home. I thought I would feel differently towards it after getting back, but so far no luck. Don't get me wrong, I am happy to be here and love seeing some people I have really missed, but at the same time it feels as though I am in a theatrical endeavor. I keep thinking that people are only pretending to have missed me, or are pretending it is a good thing that I am back. And then there are a few things which are odd, confusing. I should not have left Linden the way I did a year ago.
Anyway, for the most part, life is alright. I have unpacked and "settled" into my old room, and have clean the house a bit, and have also started working again. I'm being trained to be a cook at the popular local restaurant, which, I should mention, is far less glamorous than it may sound. I'm good at it though, for the most part. Starbucks trained me well for speediness and how to multi-task and be self-dependent. And how to have a great work-ethic.
I'm feeling somewhat restless with the lack of mountains to climb and the lack of required physical exhertion. I have to work three times as hard as I used to just to get my heart rate up, which must mean that I really am in better shape than I was when I left.
Not all is well, however. I am fighting waves of nausea, and I don't know why. Eating seems to make me feel somewhat uneasy, not that I am not eating, but when I do I feel ill. It is kind of crummy, but hopefully my tummy will work itself out.