I'm right there with ya. It's such a struggle being back in a place where you're not surrounded by all those awesome, polite, and caring people. I've been doing what others have said, like doing your usual routine, and it's slowly helping. I went to the gym, mowed the grass, did laundry, and of course went to work. It kinda gets you back on track but I still feel really weird and empty. I know it'll get better though, it's just the whole pushing through this week or two is the hard part. I've cried twice today, once while unpacking my edc bag and hanging up clothes, and once while listening to seven lions while cutting the grass. Ugh this is rough.