Working 9 to 5

For 6 1/2 months I woke up every day wondering what I was going to do with my life. Then I got up, maybe searched for some jobs, watched some TV, cleaned my room, did some traveling, went for a swim or a run, took a nap, spent time with my friends and family, and again, wondered what on Earth I was going to do with my life. Then one day, I got a call for an interview, and 4 weeks later I am living in California. Monday through Friday from 9 to 5, I know where I am going to be. 

The door to the office. Where the adventure begins.

 My first day of work was good. We did some orientation, had a staff meeting, I learned how to use the copiers, and I learned where the bathrooms are.  I feel good about the office and the job, and feel really good about the people that I work with. There are aspects of the job that scare me to death and I hope that I can really do this. I think I can. Today was even better than yesterday. We started talking specifics and I am getting a better feel for exactly what I will be doing. I am still scared.

First day of work picture. The mirror at home is small, so the only one I really had access to was the one in the bathroom at work. Classy, I know, but I am a girl and felt it was a necessary thing to document.

I am really looking forward to my life in a couple of weeks when I am settled in and can start to feel like I actually know what I am doing. Though honestly, I can't complain. While I am still nervous and working on making both my work and living situations feel more like home, so many wonderful things have happened since I have gotten here that have helped me to feel like I belong and have helped me to feel like moving out here was a good decision. I would be a hot mess for sure if I didn't feel that reassurance. 

My desk. Complete with bamboo plant! 

I am thinking of naming the bamboo plant on my desk. Any suggestions?