Well…. I’m not a whole world away, but it kind of seems that way since I left on Tuesday and the only thing that has sunk in is that I’m actually gone. It hasn’t hit me yet that I’m in one of the coolest cities in the country, or that I am sharing a house with two great roommates - both who happen to be musicians and have a recording studio in the garage. Nope, I’m still dwelling on my old job, my wonderful boyfriend, our comfy, organized apartment, the cats, the fish, my plants … and that they are all still back in DC and I’m in Austin… TEXAS. How did this happen? Where have I been the past week? Did I not drive the 24 hours to get here? Did I have myself wrapped up in that much denial? Apparently so. Because here I am, and I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. Yeah, yeah… I know - I’m being dramatic and everything will be just fine. This is a great thing and the best job is just around the corner and Jef will be here in no time - but holy-life-changing-situation Batman - this is all still very strange. :)

In all (semi-non-dramatic) honesty though - things are going well. My moments of panic are less frequent, and my roommates (Tim and Jeff) have been really great. I have gotten my room pretty much all unpacked (here are a few pictures, more will follow), and Tim and I went to Wal-Mart today to get me some much needed storage. I still need to work out a desk though - I’m currently sitting on the floor w/ my monitor on a Priority Mail box as I type.

Getting here on a Wednesday night proved to be a sneaky way to give me two days to unwind and then the weekend as an excuse to relax even more. Come Monday, though - I’m gonna start kickin’ ass and takin’ names on the job search. You just watch.