The combination of Father's Day, stress, anxiety, and having to turn down the interview for the one job just hit me all at once. I got scared that maybe moving here wasn't the right thing, maybe I should just go back to Portland, maybe maybe maybe...yeah, it was one of those nights.
Things looked much better in the morning. Funny thing, mornings. Anyway, I was able to remind myself that I haven't even been here a week - it'd be pretty danged amazing if things had sorted themselves out already. I've applied to a few places, and I know for certain that I am comfortably set for the next six months. After that, well, that's another story.
This is where I want to be. So there. :)