CWs: work, personal history, mental health

I’ve been out of academia for nearly 6 years at this point (2019). At that point I was on the tail end of a teaching gig in middle/high school. It feels weird, like a different life entirely. But it’s in my past and that’s OK. I loved the time I spent working on my degrees, and all the learning that involved, and presenting and sharing knowledge with others as much as I felt like I could. I had a lot of interesting friends over the years, many fleeting and transient, as grad school/academic colleagues are wont to be, but they were in my life as long as they needed to be. That’s OK. Sometimes I miss the spoken Latin cena my colleague would host when I was teaching middle/high school most weeks. We had a lot of laughs, practiced speaking Latin, had a good meal, and read some interesting Latin off the beaten path. Those nights were fun. You might say, well, why not reach out, rekindle that connection? I suppose I could, but it would never be the same. I would always feel like the outsider, even though Latin would connect us. It’s a little melancholy losing those sorts of things, but again, it’s OK.