Moving to a new city and starting a new job creates opportunities for many new experiences. Such as:
I saw my first rat in the alley last night.
I love being able to walk to so many things and the relative convenience of public transportation.
I'm getting used to stairs.
I have someone who puts things on my calendar and prints out maps of where I'm supposed to go.
I have no idea how much money I have at home or at work.
People invite me to fancy places for lunch and dinner...then expect me to say intelligent things in return.
I feel proud every time I'm able to park my car in my teeny tiny garage.
I am learning new things ever day. Exciting but exhausting.
I wonder about the number of words we have to describe a situation which is composed of many different parts or feelings. In sociology we talk about the United States being more a "salad bowl" than a "melting pot." I think my life right now feels very salad like--lots of pieces of stuff mixed together, some of them I like, some I don't.
