Things are beginning to settle. The exhaustion of every single thing being new is dissipating, and the rhythm is starting to hum, quietly.
Dawn is a lengthy process. At 5.40am I could see light outside the window and now at 6am, the birds have started to sing. It's this optimism that I have missed for all these years: however long and dark the night, there are birds and light not very far away.
Moving is a lesson in faith: every day, I've got to believe that it will all come together, that it will all start to work smoothly, that this is where I am supposed to be.