Chapter 2: the grind and the refined - Mr. Blue Sky

I'm sitting at the office, swamped with work, some of it I can't quite do yet, and looking out the window (a new concept in my work life). I'm listening to my favorite station on Spotify, a particularly calm, somewhat avant-garde and semi-instrumental station based on Peter Broderick. Things are very quiet at the office this week as most of management is off at an important show. I feel tired, as I had to get up early for a call with the East that never materialized, but also calm, content, almost... happy?

I do not know how long this will last. I worry about the future, about what will happen next year or in two more years. I worry about how I'll do at my job, what kind of meaning I'll find or bring into my life, why I had to travel thousands of miles to feel at home and yet remain a stranger. I worry I'm talking with colleagues without knowing their names, and that I'll be misunderstood when I make a phone call (does my 'V' really sound like a 'Z'?).

My fears about coming to this place have not materialized (yet), though things are different than what I had expected. Or, maybe, I'm not exactly as I had expected myself to be.

I do not know how long it will last, but I have changed my address in the Facebook account. I don't know why it should carry any meaning or significance to me as I barely use the damned thing, but it does.