It’s hard to believe that it’s been a whole month since my life looked like this:
Everything I owned was jammed precariously into a “small” moving truck (as if such a thing exists!), and I was pretending that I wasn’t crippled by the terror that accompanied the thought of driving that monstrous vehicle over seven hundred miles of southbound roadways. Luckily, though, I had a top-notch copilot:
She was there to provide good company, ample photographic documentation, and the GPS. While she did an excellent job fulfilling two of these requirements, her GPS decided to take us on the adventurous route, which led to roads like these:
Ten hours into the trip, my copilot’s GPS, Elton, led us straight into an apartment complex in Waynesboro, Virginia. Reminding myself that Elton was not my property to throw out the window and run over three or four times to ensure complete gadget death, I pulled up the maps app on my iPhone and channeled my inner MacGyver:
While my makeshift iPhone stand was truly a work of art, the rigid route that Google Maps provided wasn’t much more effective than Elton. (note to self: get an atlas.) Regardless, fourteen and a half hours after departing from the Sugarcreek by my copilot’s house, we finally managed to stumble our way, laughing and exhausted, into Chapel Hill.
Since my arrival, my days have consisted of working as a server in an interesting little community while sending my resumé to every library in a sixty-mile radius. Now that my last certification exam is over, there’s only one box of stuff left in my living room, and I’m figuring out some basic navigational concepts of the greater Chapel Hill area, I’m starting to explore more.
Another big part of my daily life has been this:
I said I wouldn’t complain about the heat, so I won’t. I’ll just let you imagine what I would say if I were to complain about the heat.
This area is pretty nice, aside from the one thing that I’m not complaining about, and I’ve nearly gotten used to being called a yankee. My little town is somewhat reminiscent of Ithaca, New York, which is an abundant source of comfort. The people are friendly and welcoming, and I’m really looking forward to becoming a part of the local culture.
Of course, I miss New York like crazy: my wonderful friends, kickball, Wegmans, the bike path by the canal, an understanding of the education system, my little librarian network of all the amazing people who helped me get to where I am today… I could go on for a while here. But I’m also discovering all the good things that seem to turn up wherever you happen to go, and that makes the transition easier.
I’m immensely stoked to begin my career as a librarian, and I have faith that something pretty rad will come along soon. Until then, I’ll be utilizing my new library card… a lot.