home again, home again

I just revised the photo, tagline, and my profile on this blog. I no longer live in Atlanta, so it doesn't make sense that it would reflect that. No, I live in DC now. Crazy. It's finally happened, this thing that I've been anticipating since March. And, 2 days ago I finally found a place to call home for the next 3 months. I had been crashing at a friend's place before that, living out of a suitcase, so it still felt like I was visiting. My parents are driving up with my stuff tomorrow so I will officially be all here.

So far so good. I tried not to have expectations about this new phase of my life. I mean, there's a lot that's different about this: new profession, new relationship (that just went long distance), new city with a few people that I know (so it's not completely starting over), new culture (DC is not the south or the west coast).

This is the first time I've moved to a new place and didn't already have a place to live set up. This changes things. For the first week, finding a place was my focus. There was a point in time when I felt like it was stunting my growth in this new city because I wasn't throwing myself head first into exploring and meeting new people. But now that I have a place, I'm looking around me a bit more and noticing how much I've already done here and how much I know of at least the NW part of the District. There is no "best" or "better" way to move to a new place. And since unmet expectations are a perpetual source of disappointment in my life, I'd better continue to try to go with the flow and not put pressure on myself as I navigate life here.