I arrived last night and settled in fairly quickly. A staff member picked me up from the airport and we laughed the entire way back to campus. Is that what it’s called, campus? I don’t know. Here’s a picture of me in my yurt:
You may not know this, but living in a yurt is on my list of things to do before I die. YEEESS!
It’s day one and and I’m just entering the Honeymoon phase, but I’m in love. The heat. The creatures. The yurts. The people. Everything.
I fell asleep at 9:30 last evening and awoke at 6:00 this morning and went for a run. If you’ve been reading my previous entries you’ll know I hate to run. Tucson’s elevation is at 2,643 above sea level, whereas Pennsylvania is at 446′. My lungs felt the difference. I probably jogged for 1.5 miles and was like “Alright, that’s enough for today, folks!” and went back home. Ate gluten-free oatmeal sweetened with molasses and some shared watermelon and now I’m here sitting on my bed in front of two fans. It’s 79 degrees, but it feels like a gajillion.
I’m happy though.
The one thing missing is my dog. There are 4 dogs on campus and though the weather would torture Garvey, and his hair would quickly become home to sharp objects, he would love it. I miss him. My next move has to include him. Wherever that maybe, he’s got to be alongside me.