Today marks two weeks.
And these weeks have been the total whirlwind we could have expected them to be. My mattress is still on the floor and I have not a single piece of furniture. I have yet to buy groceries, to cook, to properly settle in. But the sunrise pours through my windows each morning, and I can see Golden Gate Park when I walk out the door. My morning routine has consistently included a walk to the beach, so often just me and the end of the earth; a few stray dog walkers, joggers, fishermen.
And there is, of course, another new chapter worth mentioning. After six months hiatus I am fully back in the mix of proper working life. So far, so good, so surprising. Different in ways I didn't expect and in all the ways I thus far needed it to be. And structure, and schedules, and inspiration. I felt good about it leading up to this, but even better now that I'm here.
Two weeks and hard to tell. But if I've ever felt good about a life change, this could really be it.