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Blog Post: The First Week Back: Navigating In-House Work After Two Years at Home


Two years of working from home felt like a blessing in disguise, especially after navigating the challenges of a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). My home became more than just a living space; it transformed into a sanctuary that accommodated my unique needs, allowing me to thrive in my professional life. But as they say, change is the only constant. A new job opportunity knocked on my door, offering not just a change in role but also a shift back to in-house work. I accepted, and here I am, one week into this new journey. The emotions are complex—excitement, nervousness, and a tinge of nostalgia for my home office. This blog post is a deep dive into my first week back in the office, a week that has been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. From the initial jitters of stepping back into a formal work environment to the emotional ups and downs that followed, I’ll share it all. So, if you’re contemplating a similar change or just curious about what it’s like to switch gears in such a significant way, read on.

The First Day: A Whole New World

Walking into the office on that first day felt like stepping into an alternate universe. The familiar hum of the air conditioner, the distant chatter of colleagues, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Yet, everything seemed foreign. My desk, though similar in structure to my home setup, felt confined. The chair wasn’t the one I had carefully selected to support my back during long work hours. The lighting was harsher, and the noise level, even with the soft buzz, was a stark contrast to the serene quietude of my home.

I spent the morning setting up my workspace, trying to recreate some semblance of the comfort I had at home. But as I looked around, I realized that this was a new chapter. I couldn’t bring my entire sanctuary here, but I could adapt. The day was a mix of introductions, team meetings, and diving into the new role. Amidst the busyness, I felt a sense of accomplishment but also a lingering nervousness. It was as if my body was still catching up to the reality that this office was my new normal.

By the time I clocked out, I was drained but grateful. Grateful for the opportunity, for the newness it brought, and even for the challenges, because they signaled growth. But as I headed home, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. The day had been a whirlwind, and the emotional toll was evident. I missed my home office, my safe space. Yet, I knew this change was necessary, a stepping stone to something greater. And so, with mixed feelings, I closed the chapter on my first day, eager yet apprehensive about what lay ahead.

Adjusting to the New Normal

The days that followed were a blend of excitement and trepidation. Each morning, I’d wake up earlier than I had in years, don my work attire, and make the commute. The drive gave me time to think, to mentally prepare for the day ahead. It was a ritual I hadn’t realized I missed until I was back in it, the anticipation building with each mile closer to the office.

Once there, the routine took over. Morning huddles, project updates, and the constant ping of emails. Yet, amidst the hustle, I found myself pausing, taking moments to breathe. I’d step away from my desk, walk to the break room, and pour myself a cup of coffee. These small breaks became my sanctuary, a way to reset and remind myself that I was navigating uncharted waters.

The work itself was familiar, but the environment was not. I missed the freedom to take a break on my own terms, to step into my backyard for fresh air, or to simply enjoy the comfort of my own home during the workday. The office felt restrictive in comparison, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being a bit like a fish out of water.

But as the days turned into a week, something shifted. I started to appreciate the separation between work and home. My workday had a clear beginning and end, marked by the drive to and from the office. I began to relish the camaraderie with my colleagues, the face-to-face interactions that I didn’t know I had missed. And slowly, the office started to feel less like a constraint and more like a different kind of opportunity.

Yet, the nervousness remained, a low hum in the background of my new routine. It was a reminder that I was still adjusting, still finding my footing in this new chapter. But with each passing day, the nervousness was accompanied by a growing sense of confidence. I was adapting, evolving, and in that process, I was rediscovering aspects of my professional self that had lain dormant. It was challenging, yes, but it was also invigorating. And that made all the difference.

Emotional Ups and Downs

As the days unfolded, my emotions were a rollercoaster. One moment, I’d be elated, thrilled by the new challenges and the fast-paced environment. The next, I’d be overwhelmed, questioning my decision to leave the comfort of my home office. It was as if my feelings had a life of their own, oscillating between extremes with little warning.

The emotional toll was more pronounced because of my TBI. The new environment, the noise, the constant interaction—it all felt like sensory overload at times. I’d find myself yearning for the quiet corners of my home, where I had learned to manage my symptoms and create a space that catered to my needs. Here, in the office, I had to relearn those coping mechanisms in a setting that was far less forgiving.

But it wasn’t all struggle. There were moments of pure joy, too. Like when I successfully led a team meeting or when I found a solution to a problem that had been nagging at me for days. These were the moments that fueled me, that reminded me why I had taken this new opportunity in the first place.

And then there were the unexpected emotional boosts—the warm greetings from colleagues, the casual conversations by the coffee machine, the communal laughter in team meetings. These social interactions, trivial as they may seem, had a way of lifting my spirits, of making the office feel like a community.

Still, the nervousness persisted. It was the background music to my daily life, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that came with this significant change. But alongside it was a newfound resilience. I was learning to balance the highs and the lows, to find stability amidst the chaos. It was a work in progress, a daily exercise in emotional agility. And while it was exhausting, it was also empowering. I was not just surviving this new normal; I was learning to thrive in it.

Conclusion: A Journey of Self-Discovery

As I sit at my new desk, reflecting on these initial weeks back in the office, I realize this experience has been more than just a career move. It’s been a journey of self-discovery, a test of my resilience and adaptability. The transition from working at home to being back in a bustling office environment has been both a challenge and an opportunity, a mix of emotional ups and downs that have shaped me in ways I never anticipated.

Yes, the nervousness still lingers, and the emotional rollercoaster hasn’t come to a complete stop. But what’s clear is that each day brings its own lessons, its own set of challenges and triumphs. And in navigating these, I’m not just becoming a better employee; I’m becoming a stronger, more resilient individual.

The office may feel smaller, more constricting than the expansive freedom of my home workspace, but it’s also filled with new possibilities. It’s a space where I can grow, not just professionally but personally, as I learn to adapt to this new chapter in my life post-TBI.

So, as I look forward to what the future holds, I do so with a sense of optimism. The road ahead is uncertain, but it’s a road I’m ready to travel, armed with the lessons I’ve learned and the strength I’ve gained. And in that sense, this transition has been invaluable—a stepping stone to a future filled with endless possibilities.