My plane was nearly 2 hours late because we sat for almost that long at the gate in Chicago while they did some maintenance. It’s 1:30 AM. I am home now and in bed with my dog. I’m aware that in the time zone in which I awoke this morning, it’s actually 3:33 AM. I am spent.

Driving home tonight, I had a moment of appreciating what I’ve done these past 3 three months. I felt good about it, and about me. It’s strange to come home to a place that was utterly foreign to me several months ago. It’s odd to think, “this is where my life is now.”

I don’t know that I will stay here much longer than a year, but regardless, I am glad I did this move. I am curious as to what will come of it.