Lately I feel as if I have been metaphorically falling in all kinds of ways.

I fell into life on the North Fork of Long Island. I’ve been working at Stony Brook (and hating the commute). I’ve been both marveling at how some things have come together quite nicely, while others are still needing to come together. I need to start working full time. Life is much more expensive here than in Tucson.

I wrote this poem a while back in October.

It’s autumn and I know I am falling
Like a leaf that’s released from its tree.

It’s autumn and I know I am falling
It’s exhilarating to be floating so free.

It’s autumn and I know I am falling
And I’m scared of where I might land.

It’s autumn and I know I am falling
I hope when I stop, I can still stand.
 

I’ve since given my notice to Stony Brook University and found a position at one of the coolest libraries I’ve ever stepped foot into. I’m super excited. I’ve already had a chance to meet everyone and I’m really looking forward to it. The drive is heading east in the morning instead of west and it’s only 16 miles away. Stony Brook University is 38 miles.

I don’t know where life is taking me. I’m just taking things one day at a time at this point.