patience, or lack thereof

I would consider myself a fairly patient person. If not patient, at least I'm even-keel, so when I'm impatient, you might not know it. But I'll be honest. I'm having a hard time being patient on so many levels right now.

When I moved to San Francisco, I arrived a few days before my dietetic internship started. There wasn't a lot of dead time. I got my room settled and started working. There were 8 other interns who were my instant work friends. I had great roommates who were always extending invitations to their many social events. In fact, it was more like I was assumed part of the group and that I'd be there. I decided to make Cornerstone my church the second week I was there, and unlike some of my friends' experiences there, I made connections really quickly. It was a hard transition- no question of that. But, I had a lot of key pieces in place early on.

It's been almost 2 months since I moved here and I haven't started my "job" as a student at Emory. I don't spend a lot of time with my roommates, though they're great girls. I'm still looking for a church, though I do have options. It's a benefit that I know the city fairly well and the Atlanta culture isn't foreign. But I can't help expecting that I would be further along in my settling process by now.

I think I've been putting up a good effort to network and look for flexible part-time job opportunities as a dietitian. I realize that the connections I'm making now are more for future reference. I've got an application in at Egleston Children's Hospital, which is on Emory's campus and I think would be an ideal situation for me. But it's now been almost a month since I learned about the job, and HR just contacted me initially on Thursday. I know how HR was at my last job, so it doesn't surprise me but I'm a little frustrated because now until August would be the ideal time for me to train if I were to get the job. The longer they take to process things, the less time I have before I start classes.

I really want for mom to have some movement in the way she feels. Yes, she's made progress since I first came home. She's up and about, functioning, but if you ask her, she's just trying to pass time- going through the motions. I'm not satisfied with that existence.

I think the thing I'm most impatient about is my social life. It's not San Francisco, but there are a lot of great restaurants, bars, clubs, and artsy kind of things in Atlanta. I've been out a handful of times since I got here, and it's hard to go from having multiple invites on the same day to seriously considering flying solo just to get out. I'm ready to have my peeps to go out with. I'm ready to meet people, hit it off, and hang out again, not just have one-night conversations because we're stuck at the same event together. I'm ready to be energized by a crowd or by just a few- options are always nice.

I have no doubts that all these things will happen in time. I need to work on my patience and ability to wait in the meantime.