Oh dear lord, the world is coming to an end for me. What I'm experiencing now may very well be pre-trauma symptoms of panic and helplessness, because it feels like the sky is caving in on me with every corner of comfort and pillar of solace I turn to seems to leave me barren of social support and emotional strength.

Re-assimilation is not that difficult when you think about it: coming home to the warmth of your long-loved family and friends who you knew were true and would welcome you back with open arms, it's almost like a bed of roses. And then a tiny hint of revelation hits you, that some of them have taken many steps forward, and you're left behind hanging on to the trace of their shadow. It's not like them to forsake you and your once genuine camaraderie, but tides change and time waits for no one.

If only exchange was like inception, where you've been in dreamland for years but the clock in reality only reads minutes past the hour.