The lows: it is cold. Already. It's already fall here, and I wish I had my warmer clothes. Food is almost as expensive here as it was in NYC. I worry that I will be lonely here this year. I worry that I won't be good at my job. I worry that it will be hard for me to keep in touch with the people I love. I worry that I'll get sick of being outdoorsy and that I'll want to spend all winter watching TV and eating M&Ms. It's 4hrs later in NYC and DC, and 3hrs later in Houston, making me feel cut off from the rest of the world.
The highs: it's beautiful. After almost a week of towns with only a couple hundred people, Anchorage seems huge, yet it's surrounded by mountains and ocean (or inlet). Decent Mexican food for dinner. Met (and liked!) my future roommates at a fun bar with good beer. I live in a cute house, in a cute neighborhood, within walking distance of work.
It seems, re-reading those lists, that my lows are mostly worries, whereas my highs are real things. Good sign?
I think you're right: the lows are mere worries and the highs are concrete realities. Love the pics!
ReplyDeleteStumbled upon your blog on Facebook. It's so great! I share all your misgivings and concerns but we'll work together on getting through! Most excited to see you in a week and work with you for the year!
ReplyDeleteThat's my Katherine. I love you! Thanks for making it easier for me to stalk your blog.
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