Yesterday a man came to the door to read the gas meter; I wrote in my notepad asking about it. He took the pad and wrote a response...I suppose it makes sense, as mostly if you encountered someone doing that they wouldn't be able to hear you, either.
I am feeling extremely isolated by my inability to speak, and trepidation about my upcoming return to the US. Fitting in, how my friends will be - the world has turned for all of us this last year. So it is difficult to know what is going to happen.
The best times I have are when people talk to me, either via chat or skype (me typing, with them talking). It makes this feel a lot less lonely. Thanks to those who have done both for me.
However, I am coming to realize that much like my experience of living abroad, this surgery and its recovery period are not things others will be able to fully understand. Returning home is something I both look forward to and fear. So I suppose I am feeling a little melancholy today.
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