the beginning

I'm 3 days in and it is slowly starting to sink in that this isn't just another business trip, that it doesn't matter what movie will be playing on the flight back because there is no flight back. I didn't overpack, I packed everything. It's easy to slip into go mode. Tackle my unending list of things to do and boxes to empty. It's easy to forget that everything in your life has just changed and the excitement/fear that comes with that change.

Leaving Pasadena was by far one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Saying good-bye to family and friends. To the comfort of living in a city where I know where everything is. To a job where I knew what I was doing and what to expect and more importantly what was expected of me.

So here I am in this new place. It might be over dramatic to say I have nothing - no friends, no routine, no clue - but for sake of looking back we'll go with that. In order to see how far I'll have come in the weeks/months ahead.

But I'm excited. I've had tons of little mishaps along the way and none of them have phased me. I took the metro for the first time today and after waiting for a while because a train was stalled, I got one stop down and then the train shut down all together. I ended up on some random street having no clue where I was. But I didn't get upset or scared or anything. I just kept walking and then found a cab as if this happens to me everyday.

Tomorrow the adventures/misadventures continue...