My son is snuggled up next to me, huddled under the thick white duvet cover of the hotel bed (the room temperature is in the 60s. I love an ice cold hotel room for sleeping). We are watching American Ninja Warrior and in the corner of the TV screen is a graphic showing the current severe thunderstorm warning in the area. There are five counties under warning and it occurs to me that I don’t know if I am in one them.
Today has been full of little moments that make it clear to me that I’m new in town. I don’t know what county I’m in, I don’t know which radio stations I should program in to my car radio, I need directions to get anywhere…mostly, though, I just feel kind of anonymous. There is virtually no chance I’ll run into anyone I know because I don’t really know anyone here. That changes tomorrow when I meet my new colleagues at the new job but I do wonder how long it will take to meet my first friend.
Tomorrow M. goes to a day camp and I spend my first few hours at work. I’m looking forward to seeing my office for the first time and figuring out where to park and starting the long process of getting up to speed in a job for which I’ll have a pretty steep learning curve.
I don’t live in Iowa anymore. I don’t feel like I really live here yet. Give it time, self, give it time.