After leaping from a many-storied building, I appear to have landed on my feet. From one country to another, I seem to have:
Happy girl.
- found a lovely place to live, right in the heart of it
- gathered a lovely cushion of friendly people that look out for me
- found a barbeque
- been connected to a nice chap who has moved in to the lovely place
- seen more of the city, thanks to catching weird bus lines and driving the odd rental through unknown territory
- managed to have reasonable conversations with hard-core democrats about US politics
- continued to read books
- (nice chap has) acquired a television (step 2 in US assimilation)
- had several more visitors in 5 short months than I ever had in Vankie
- found a good breakfast joint
- games/bbq night!
- find the perfect hairstylist, since I am (finally) over the whole whacky get-my-hair-cut-in-chinatown-adventure thing
throw my first housewarming bash- purchase automobile (final step in US assimilation)
- take more photos of the city
- explore california
- take a writing short course at 826 Valencia
- get more kitchen stuff for all the bbqs/dinner party extravaganzas (i've missed that more than I realised - a favourite thing: hearing sparkling conversation, seeing smiles in my house over yummy food
- see the Grand Canyon
- find peace with my commute
- meet more people who aren't computery (think actor, florist, baker...) it's very computery here, and everyone knows everyone. I meet people who've already been to my house - that's weird.
Happy girl.