The Changeling

From old to new. Within me, The Change is happening, and I'm resisting.

I've left the department where I worked for 2 years as a Research Assistant, and have moved 20 metres down the corridor to start my PhD with 'the enemy'.

We share kitchen and bathroom facilities, and I see the same familiar faces whenever nature or nutrition calls. Except now I'm not one of them. The watch me with interest as I enter through the main doors, head averted, and shyly turn left instead of right, into the open jaws of 'The Department of Physiology'.

For probably the thousandth time, I wish that I could've started afresh at a brand new university in a different country.

2 days in, and I'm finding this difficult. Desk lunch-eating is far more attractive at this point. The Changeling will hide away in her new office until she's metamorphosed into a real person again.