Technically, it’s only been six days so my first week isn’t over yet. But I figured we could go ahead and round up. So far things have been going really well. Much better than I expected. I like my roommates. Last night, I met a bunch of people in my program (both in the writing for children cohort and writers of other categories) and had so much fun (nervous, awkward, introverted fun) getting to know some of my classmates. I’ve gotten lost several times, but not in a scary or emotionally exhausting way yet.
So yeah, I don’t exactly know what to write. I’m just trying to take it day by day at this point. Because I know how I feel about everything around me isn’t how I’ll feel if a few months, or even a few weeks. The simplest of errands – going to the grocery store, meeting a friend from college for lunch, even using a different blender – seem ridiculously exhausting/overwhelming. But I’m trying to remind myself that it is because I’m doing all those things for the first time. It would be weird if I wasn’t feeling
Right now, I feel really excited and anxious for classes to start and get down to the reason that I moved here. I’ve never liked change, but as my sister said to me this week (paraphrase) if you want your life to change you have to accept change. So while I’m figuring out how to cross the street without the go signal, how much eye contact to make with people on the sidewalk, and the quickest way to get my subway card in and out of my wallet … these things are the building blocks to my new life and my big step forward as a writer.