cheese for dinner
Today’s the first day of week two in my new digs, and it’s a busy seven days I’ve had. My plan all along was to hit the ground running here, in every possible way, and I think I’ve mostly succeeded in that.
I’m 90% unpacked. I’ve been setting my alarm and doing “office hours” at local coffee shops to work on job-hunting and the like. There’s been one interview so far, and every day I’m putting out so-called feelers. I’ve also signed up for a couple of social groups, and I’m going on a hike with one of them tomorrow … driving a carpool even!
I know, I know. Who are you and what have you done with Kiki?
It’s the darnedest thing, really. I mean, I love it here, and, now that I’ve arrived and confirmed that fact, I feel I can reveal that I had some deep, deep reservations over whether that would, indeed, be the case. I thought I would love it. Every indication that I could reasonably assess told me I would. You just never know, though. You know?
So, analysis of the whys and wherefores of my new me-ness is ongoing, though in a very un-me, non-obsessive kinda way. I’ll be sure to share whatever life lessons I glean from it all, but, for now, I’m just taking it in and enjoying each day as it comes.
I brake for rock horns.
Name's Kirsten. I'm a splitter of hairs, a hillbilly, a rock horns devotee, and an ellipses-lovin' fool. I'm also a geek and the grateful human of littleblackdog. I do this and that and some of the other … up to and including writing this here blog.