I dreamed I'd gone back because of my job, solely, and that I was tired of not working at a place where I felt 1) calm and 2) productive. So I gave up what I'd moved here for, all of it, as the stress and ill-fit of the job situation had just got me down too much, and what living here had to offer wasn't enough.
Off to get my blood pressure monitor thingie in a bit. Did I mentioned I volunteered to come into work tomorrow at 7:30 to make up for not being able to come in today at 8? I'm helping another team out with their work.