I'm alive, truly, and I have much to say. Unfortunately, today is not the day for reciting tales of moving, for sharing my stresses and worries and wonders about my first real job. I have been here, in my first apartment--an upstairs efficiency in an 1898 Victorian home--for just over a week. Until yesterday, I was without Internet, and I found it difficult to check anything, to write anything or share information or respond to individuals when I could nab only a few minutes, a few seconds, between stories and pages and deadlines. So today, I share only some photos--some images of the town in which I now work. Most photos, honestly, are from a corner store--one on Main and Burnett--that housed Christmas trees and all of their decor. I have not been in it since the time of my interview, so I do not know what it now boasts.
The buildings are old, the streets are narrow. During the day, there is a reasonable amount of people hobbling the old streets, peering into windows of antique shops and hustling to coffee hours. There are Thai restaurants, Subways, bars, breweries, and heavenly chocolate stores with gelato. Both the library and the post office are nearby, and it is here--adjacent to luxury children's clothes and quilting supply stores and British food markets--that I work.