Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Three months in! At least I’m doing better than the car




Phew! It’s been three months since I arrived in Juneau. Honestly, it feels a lot longer. Even just thinking back to some travelling last summer, it feels like forever ago. I suppose that is because so much has happened. I remember this strange sensation during the journey from Boston to Juneau back in October of not having any expectations for what was going to happen. I truly felt like I was on the edge of a giant abyss. If someone had really pressed me to predict where I’d be in three months, I doubt that I would have described my current status. I’m already 2+ months into my job, going back to school for a masters degree, already playing trombone in two different ensembles, got ski equipment and most of my personal details (license, phone, etc) switched to Alaska. I think that’s all very cool. Of course, I’m making friends. I always do. I’ve been meeting people through my cousins and also hanging out quite a bit with people from work.

I’d say I’m on a pretty good trajectory. Of course, I continue to receive the support of my aunt and uncle. I’m not going to rush into getting my own place. As I told them the other night, I’m going to milk the rent-free situation just as long as possible.   

My cat is doing great, too. While she continues to be just as skittish as ever, I can tell that she has really settled in. We’re off onto our third housesitting gig this weekend, and she seems to easily adapt to the new living situations.

I'm ready for my evening meal, hoomin.


 I can’t say so many great things about my car, though. Poor Dent. You may have read about Dent in a former post, but she is my 2000 Toyota Avalon. She carried me, Kameko and all of my belongings to Alaska. She was dubbed “Dent” because of the hideous dent in her trunk- courtesy of some college students in a rental truck many moons ago. Dent currently is operating with one windshield wiper and something is up with her power steering. I will spare you the gory details from the other night, but she received yet another blow while parked in the driveway.  Now she’s really earning her moniker. I can’t even open that passenger door. Sad story. 



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