It’s been a week. I’m both numb and randomly crying as I go about my day after last week interring my dad’s ashes. It’s been almost a year since he died, and I didn’t feel anything until flying home and flying back. Then it actually hit me.

So I’ve for the most part been laying low while my amygdala figures out its baseline. The nice thing about not having a job is that I have some time to actually process this without having to put on a happy face professionally.