It's cooled off considerably here in Pennsylvania, the smell of wood smoke is in the air, and the King of Prussia beer fest signs have popped up all around the area.
And we have been here six months today!
At this time six months ago, Joe and I had just gotten back from a hasty gourmet dinner at the local Panera Bread, because the wait at Longhorn Steakhouse was too damn long and we were famished. The apartment was full of unpacked boxes, oddly placed furniture, and a freaked out cat. Thank God the fabulous movers (495 Movers, if anyone in the DC area needs movers) put the bed together before they left! I dug out sheets and a blanket and a couple pillows, and slept in my new home.
Over the next few months, we unpacked, rearranged furniture, hung pictures, dealt with Pennsylvania bureaucracy, registered to vote, explored and wandered and figured out where we were and how to get places. We found much beer. Thanks to friends, we discovered the cool 30s-era theater and a great barbeque restaurant, and we got to go to our first Phillies game (thank God they're weren't playing the Nats!).
We have a doctor, a vet, a vision place. We still need a dentist, but that's next. We found a fantastic, family-owned ice cream and chocolate shop that has amazing dark hot fudge and a fantastic, family-owned pizza joint and a fantastic 24-hour diner. On Sundays we take off in the car and drive -- into Philadelphia, west to Amish country, north to the Lehigh Valley. We've seen great music in a great place.
Oh, and the job that brought us here? It's just fine. I'm finally feeling like I know what's going on (and what's not going on). My boss and I work really well together and we're making changes, slowly but surely. He trusted me to hire two new writers and he's fixed the reporting structure so that I'm now the manager for reals. The company is growing up. I like it a lot.
Of course, it's not perfect. We got caught in a flood!! The roads are either clogged or under construction. The Ice cream shop is closed on Sundays. The folks upstairs like to rearrange their furniture every evening and practice their clog dancing every morning before breakfast. The liquor laws are weird and don't get me started on PennDOT. The heat/smoke detectors in the apartment are extra sensitive and tend to go off every time you open the oven.
I've heard it said that people tend not to change until life is so miserable that there's no other choice. If the last year of my tenure at my last job had been good, we would not be here and I would not be having this Big Adventure. So thanks, old job, for making me miserable. You gave me the kick I needed to change my life.