It turns out changing jobs is a bigger wrench than I gave it credit. It’s been a long day, mainly because on your first day there is very little to do beyond reading, and that can make the day go on. Of course in your more silent moments you think about how much of your life has just changed; which can make you a ‘bit’ sad, and you think was all the upheaval worth it, but looking back you do have the rose tinted glasses on; and you have to remind yourself of that.
All that said, I don’t want you thinking I don’t like my new job, it’s just very soon. It turns out I need a short period of mourning first for the passing of the other job I had the whole of my adult life*. People did ask if I was going to have a break between them, and given how much holiday I’d taken I did think I needed the rest. But maybe I needed the gap to come to terms with moving on (not that I would have, because I would have just been on holiday), or maybe I just need to go to my new job for more than one day*, and get to know new people, and do new stuff.
*I’m in a emphasis kind of place, I need to remind myself that’s all