East of the River, West of the Border

Well, a couple of weeks ago, time finally came to move back to the cities. Goodbye to Madison, and all of that. I had a wonderful time there for the last 4 years, and I'd have been more than happy to stay if it weren't for the little, tiny issue of finding a job. One that pays. And requires the use of my degree. Thus, my move to a bigger market. Oh, and home.
That is probably one of the strangest feelings I've come across in all of my time: the sense that you've completed your education. There is no more set plan. You're a real adult. But you have to come home by a reasonably hour, because Mom says so. It's been better than I thought it would be. Things are generally going really well. But there is definitely a pretty constant need to adjust. I'm still working to convince myself that it's not a really long break, and that I do actually have to unpack my boxes in the basement. It's working at the rate of about 1 pair of shoes every 4 days. 3 years from now, I'll be done.
Abby is headed off to college in 2 days, and I'm so incredibly excited for her. She's a great person and I think that she'll be doing amazing things very soon. UPS is such a completely different school from Madison that I'm at a loss for any idea of what her life will be like. We had SOAR. They go backpacking on Mt. McKinley and kayaking in the Puget Sound.
I'm still doing the job search, trying to keep myself occupied and motivated (the second is a lot harder than the first). I've been out dancing a couple of times, and the scene has been wonderful. I miss Jumptown, but the dancers here have really helped to ease the tradition. I'm reconnecting with people I hadn't expected, as well. Overall, my general feeling is hopeful. Things all seem to be going pretty well.

Thanks to everyone for their good wishes on the move!