The first night in the new house, we drank a bottle of wine I received the day before, my last day at my old job, and then a bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau. Old job/new job, old house/new house, old wine/new wine; the changing of the season came a bit early for me, I guess.
I have been at my new job for three weeks now, and I am starting to feel pretty OK about it. I like all the folks, and I love working on campus. We have been staying at the new house full-time for just a week; last Monday was our first ferry commute. I think it will go pretty well as long as we plan and prepare for mornings, which would enable us to be zombies during the bus-ferry-bus trip.
Next step is to find a name for the little farm, so I can start a farm blog (which I will also probably not write in).
(Song: “Go Places,” The New Pornographers)