I wish I could say that we’re settling in, but that part hasn’t really even begun yet, at least for me.
We’ve secured an apartment but aren’t moving in until next weekend, and I’m filling up my days working on writing and web projects at the library. I’ve started looking around for work, but I’m afraid of false starts, of setting myself up for less than what’s possible by choosing the wrong thing.

I’ll be honest, it still feels like a vacation or some sort of mini-move. Three months and we’ll be back in New York! but I know that’s not true.
Despite not knowing if we’ll be here past this next year, we’re still here for the full year, and internet, despite how it flies by these days, a year is actually a pretty long time.

I need to settle in, find a job and most importantly get used to the rhythm of the city and country.
I’m still running at New York pace but I can only see it in contrast to other people. The mister has admonished me to relax! slow down! more times than I care to admit.

I know that there will be plenty of work opportunities for me here. I know that eventually we’ll have a home life where I can feel comfortable cooking, working on projects or just puttering around.
I know that with time, I will build a network of friends and inhabit daily routines, but for now it’s new and I’m trying to relish it.

Mother and child possum* on the back deck of the state library were wondering if perhaps I could spare some snacks.
* please note Possums are Australian and cute, O’Possums are American and vile.