we're going to rattle this ghost town.
Despite the grey, dreary, blustery day, I smiled an awful lot today. It's the little things that make one happy like:
Being greeted this morning by an sneaky image of my beautiful, former (I miss him so much) chiroprator's behind. The methods behind capturing this will never be revealed.
Sitting quietly in the newly discovered coffee shop that I'm sure I will inhabit daily:
Successfully completing my first official Blate with the lovely Megan from Across the Pond, who's self-confessed claim to fame is the very creation of that term. She was even more wonderful in person than she is on her blog and I'm excited to have someone close by who's been through the very transition I am going through.
Finding the man who helped me open my bank account was a Red Sox fan despite his very, very thick Glaswegian accent. Nothing warms my heart like an international Boston fan.
Walking through the streets of the West End and knowing exactly where I was going.
Loving today's outfit enough to photograph it:
Realizing my new friends and I have already reached the level of sharing loads of laundry in order to save money. Forming these bonds so quickly tells me that I'm exactly where I should be.
And in case I forget, I've written myself a little note: