i am caught between tenses: not long ago i knew that i would arrive. now, i have arrived, am arriving.
there are still tupperware centerpieces and cardboard box curios, but there’s also a ceiling fan in every room, an in-sink disposal, immaculate white trim on latte-colored walls, and the beautiful furniture that has weighed down my tiny, mighty little car on the half-hour drive from stoughton, three times.
i am settling in — perhaps it’s telling that “settled” was the first thing i typed. i can get lost downtown and remain relatively unrattled. i can change lanes at the last minute and (i think) only mildly annoy the drivers behind me. i have a pharmacy. i have a liquor store. (–not to be combined, those two.) and i’m on the lookout for a doctor and a dentist and a DMV. i have a nice neighborhood.
closer to home, i have a new niece and a second interview at my first choice job. i have a cable guy and a costco membership. i have someone who appreciates my command of the english language and kisses my forehead in the middle of the night. i have a kindly landlady, a bed i consider a haven, a roommate i adore, a kitchen to die for. i have a home.