While on my run this evening, thinking back on past Christmases, it suddenly occurred to me that around 7PM on this day two years ago, I was touching down in Australia as a new resident. It was my first move in over eight years, and only my third time outside the US. I landed as the sun was setting, and took a cab to my home for the first three weeks in the middle of the city, toting the sum total of my belongings for the next three months along with me. I was disoriented and wondering just what the hell I’d gotten myself into.
Feels like an awful lot of time and events have passed since then.