Foreword

People told me right off the bat that I would have trouble adjusting. Told me that no matter how

much I tried the first few months would be pretty painful, and I would have a lot of ups and downs. Then I got here. Everyone took it back. Told me that I obviously adjusted a lot quicker than they anticipated, and that was great. Truth is, I’m not adjusted. I haven’t gotten used to living here. It’s just easier for me to say that I am and act like I am then to sit around like a stump. My mentality this whole time has been that if I’m proactive, getting out of the apartment as often as possible, meeting people then things would just fall into place. After nearly a month, I’m happy to say that this procedure has begun.

The drive in this morning was easy; despite forgetting my keycard at home. As soon as I hit traffic,

I just didn’t care. I knew it was coming and I was fine with it. I should probably point out that I’ve been having trouble driving to and from work having to deal with traffic. I’m really not all too used to it. It took me about fifteen to twenty minutes to get from my home to my previous employer, and it’s taken me some time to get around that as well. The truth is, this is how I’ve always been. Things are a lot more difficult on me then I actually let on, and there are reasons for why that’s the case. Does that mean I’m going to explain that here, right now? Probably not. But perhaps I can provide some shreds of insight. Maybe it’ll make things easier for others to understand, but more importantly, it’ll help me out to work through things.