absence makes the heart grow

I'm not [just] talking about the romantic heart.

I get so immersed in what I'm doing, the people surrounding me -- I start to love everything for what it is, at that moment. And when traveling, that love is intensified to the point of almost-heartbreak. I don't forget about my life prior, but I do start to doubt it. Mostly, I doubt it's veritability (is that a word?).

And so, getting back to so-called-normality is hard (for me). Whether thinking in terms of career goals, relationship successes/qualms, or something as mundane as apartment location... it's simply difficult.

The insecurities tend to mount, and I use those nagging voices as evidence for all that may or may not be wrong. I can talk about it, but people tire of hearing my voice say the same damn thing over and over and over again.

Here we are: another transition time with another complaining manifesto.  Only, now I'll acknowledge it for what it is -- a temporary discomfort that will fade.

I guess the only new thought I have this time around is regarding where, exactly, the truth lies.

Is it in the present-day stripped down version that feels so wrong? Or is it in the day-to-day relative ease in which I live my life? Or ultimately, is it somewhere in-between?

Finally, assuming the latter is probably the best option (as the median almost always is), how is it possible to figure out the details that should stay and the ones that should go?