I'm in Minneapolis.
I arrived 9 days ago, but then left for three days, so it's just now that I feel like I'm actually here. Mostly. I've slept most of the last 2 days on an air mattress that I think might be responsible for a backache and some really strange dreams.
I have to get a bed. I have to get a job. I have to start getting out of bed before lunchtime. I have to stop letting the fact that the movers in charge of my stuff are jerks put me in a bad mood. I have to write some thank-you for the wonderful, generous, loving things people did to help me leave. I have a lot to do.
It's cold in the mornings, warm in the afternoons, and other than rain last week sunny and cheerful outside.
So it begins.