New Year, New Home.

It's been 4 months.  And a lot has changed.  I had a birthday, so I'm now 29.  Last year of my 20s.  I'm not too worried about that though.  And now it's 2011, and I'm looking forward to this being one of the better years of my life.

I quit my job about three and a half weeks ago, packed my things, sent them on their way to Oregon, and then spent a couple weeks visiting friends and family in San Diego and San Luis Obispo, which was both fantastic and exhausting.  And at the end of that, about a week and a half ago, I moved to Portland.  And I'm still sort of tired.  Those weeks already seem so long ago, and they have me in a bit of a daze.  The days, which are alternately cold and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and warmer and overcast, are just passing, and I'm just sort of watching them pass.  I'm getting settled and getting to know the city and seeing friends, but it's a blur.  Not that that's a bad thing, necessarily -- I just want things to slow down.  I want a little time to relax before really getting into a job search, but I want to remember the time.  I'm going to focus on slowing things down again, enjoying the sun or the clouds, the walks I'll take, the things I'll see, the people I'll spend time with.  I can't wait to love my life with everything I have.