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Tomorrow night, I hop a plane to Tennessee, to attend the high school graduation of Morgan, daughter of my beloved friend Bobbi. I'm a little anxious: it's the first flight I've taken since arriving in San Francisco, and it'll be my first time at the house since Bobbi died- but I'm also delighted to be able to see her and Darin and the rest; I'm proud beyond measure at the way she and Darin have borne up, and continued to live life, not merely to survive it.

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The more I think about it, the more I think that moving out here was a hard, Spartan sort of wisdom. There aren't really words for what it's like to hug your parents (separately), knowing that you may never see either of them again (Dad's 87, with a history of heart trouble; Mom's 73, with generally poor health); nor for saying goodbye to 99% of the people you know and care about; nor for what it's like to move across the country, with no real idea of what you'll do for a job (an issue I'm still working on), or where you'll be living (in which I consider myself to have been staggeringly lucky- Melinda Himel- thank you, again and always).

That said, this move has forced me to deal with a great many issues which have always been problematic for me- not least, a pronounced tendency to live in my own head, with a minimum of interaction with the outside world. I've been doing a fair amount of socializing, and even some community work (I've been to two neighborhood group meetings, which is two more than I ever attended in NYC; I also patrol one of the safer (to put in bluntly) stretches of the neighborhood, gathering trash). I've been on a few job interviews (although breaking into the San Francisco copy editing field, with no real connections out here? Yeah; probably going to be getting some other sort of job while I continue to put shoulder to wheel on that one). Also, I've been dealing with some general body/health issues: I walk about seven miles a day (not a shabby beginning, IMHO), and have a loaner bike I'm about to take in for a tuneup (must also get new helmet); am also looking into swimming locales in the area, and perhaps yoga; am also looking into general healthy eating-type things.

Beyond that, I'm forcing myself back to creative endeavors, including some fanfics I've been letting hang since forever: my 65,000+ words on my non-Deathly Hallows-complaint version of Book 7, featuring OMG ALL THE EXPOSITION; my Albus Severus fic, with only three installments, but a narrative hook of which I'm quite proud; a Harry Potter songfic (I regret nothing!) featuring Lucius and Severus; even a Torchwood/Buckaroo banzai mashup (see previous note re lack of regret). Also, an original idea- an embryonic thing, so far, but we'll see. In a lot of ways, I'm dealing with issues that, if not depression, are close to it; I'm working slowly, putting shoulder to wheel, trying to make my life more of what I want it to be. Wish me luck, OK?

update

The more I think about it, the more I think that moving out here was a hard, Spartan sort of wisdom. There aren't really words for what it's like to hug your parents (separately), knowing that you may never see either of them again (Dad's 87, with a history of heart trouble; Mom's 73, with generally poor health); nor for saying goodbye to 99% of the people you know and care about; nor for what it's like to move across the country, with no real idea of what you'll do for a job (an issue I'm still working on), or where you'll be living (in which I consider myself to have been staggeringly lucky- Melinda Himel- thank you, again and always).

That said, this move has forced me to deal with a great many issues which have always been problematic for me- not least, a pronounced tendency to live in my own head, with a minimum of interaction with the outside world. I've been doing a fair amount of socializing, and even some community work (I've been to two neighborhood group meetings, which is two more than I ever attended in NYC; I also patrol one of the safer (to put in bluntly) stretches of the neighborhood, gathering trash). I've been on a few job interviews (although breaking into the San Francisco copy editing field, with no real connections out here? Yeah; probably going to be getting some other sort of job while I continue to put shoulder to wheel on that one). Also, I've been dealing with some general body/health issues: I walk about seven miles a day (not a shabby beginning, IMHO), and have a loaner bike I'm about to take in for a tuneup (must also get new helmet); am also looking into swimming locales in the area, and perhaps yoga; am also looking into general healthy eating-type things.

Beyond that, I'm forcing myself back to creative endeavors, including some fanfics I've been letting hang since forever: my 65,000+ words on my non-Deathly Hallows-complaint version of Book 7, featuring OMG ALL THE EXPOSITION; my Albus Severus fic, with only three installments, but a narrative hook of which I'm quite proud; a Harry Potter songfic (I regret nothing!) featuring Lucius and Severus; even a Torchwood/Buckaroo banzai mashup (see previous note re lack of regret). Also, an original idea- an embryonic thing, so far, but we'll see. In a lot of ways, I'm dealing with issues that, if not depression, are close to it; I'm working slowly, putting shoulder to wheel, trying to make my life more of what I want it to be. Wish me luck, OK?