Texas

So... I'm in Texas. I never thought I would say that sentence in my entire life. Weird.

After two and a half days with my mother and loaded belongings in the car (in addition to my grandparents' unexpected accompanying us on the road), we finally made it to San Marcos. That's Marc-us, remember (dumb). A few co-workers greeted me when I first got here, made sure I got settled enough to get started until Monday. And since then, it's been a little crazy. There are days I sit on my couch and wonder how I ended up here, what the hell am I doing here, and what was I thinking? There are days I spend in the river, floating down for an hour and a half, realizing why I loved the outdoors so much as a little kid. And then, there are times like right now, where I also sit on my couch and wonder why I'm not in California anymore.

One of my new (as in, she's new too) co-workers mentioned I always seem so happy, so perky, and that if she were me, she would be unhappy and miserable and not so excited to be here. And I said sure, there are times I'm not so excited to be here, but there's also a part of me that recognizes (also in part due to my parents' pointing it out) that the first three or four months for me, in any new place, I'm miserable. But I need to get settled, to figure it out, because if I'm miserable, and my students get here and they're miserable, and they see me unhappy-- they're going to wonder why they need to be happy at all too. And I don't want to influence them in that way.

Anyway. Pictures eventually. I just got my computer today, so I'm slowly catching up with the rest of the world again! Woo!

-M