One month ago we moved in. This seems somehow impossible. Time is simultaneously inching by and then, lurching forward. The adjustment has been unlike any we’ve had before. It’s been difficult primarily because all of a sudden we feel very “locked in.” Like anywhere else we’ve moved there’s the adjustment of a new city, of finding your places and learning your way around. But we’ve done that so many times, that it doesn’t really feel like an adjustment and causes exactly no anxiety. No, what we’ve had to adapt to here is the general low-lying feeling of being stuck.