The longer I'm here the more I think I made the right choice in moving. When I first arrived and couldn't get the smell of smoke out of my clothes and couldn't imagine how I would start off without even a resume, a computer or any way to look for a job to better my situation, I was sure I had gotten into a deeper hole than I'd ever been in. I figured it was better than being back in Boston, where things weren't happening and I was doing the same work this year that I was doing in 2005 and 2004 but getting paid less for it. Then I didn't enjoy the city anymore. My fascination with it had long since worn off and I couldn't find any reason to stay there anymore. I was worried about moving because I had so much that when I did (which was inevitable) it would be a huge task.

Now I don't have to worry as much about moving or taking care of my things. I was robbed a few years back and I used to constantly worry it would happen again. Now all that is gone and it feels much better.

I'm sure the worst of it has passed. I've gotten some good responses from all the resumes I've sent out, gotten some interviews for next week and, if everything works out as it should, I will be working by the end of this week.

I'm also making a lot of progress with my new book. I sent the first pages to a friend of mine who was a former Literature teacher and was told it's one of the best things I've ever written. My characters are more developed and the writing is as good as any professional writer. She suggests I present what I have to agents or look for a grant. I'm not at that point yet, it's far too early for that, but I will say that I'm harder on myself than anyone and I'm very pleased with it. It's moving quickly and has a better chance of being published than anything I've written. I know it's the most engaging piece of writing I've ever worked on.

Will write more later. I've got to get back to it.