Getting there.

Things are slowly shifting and settling, sort of like a bunch of leaves finding their place on the ground after drifting in the cold air.

I've been quite the nervous ninny since I've moved here (even for the little whie before we even moved from New York). My loved ones have borne the brunt of my wild mod swings and my inability to feel like I belong here yet. And I adore them for that. Especialy the poor, patient mister who only sees me once a week because of his schedule, and all he's gotten is a whiny Myshka, and not the Myshka that he wants and needs. Oh dear.

I know that I'm still settling in, and it'll still take me about a year to feel at home, establish some new friends and just know my way around here without using my (well-worn) copy of A-Z. For those of you who are thinking of moving to the UK, run out and grab a copy of this little book as soon as you land. It has every single street that you would ever need to find, a tube map on the back, and it's the size of your palm. Genius.

Our flat is also "settling". And by "settling" it's a nice way of me saying "every other day something falls apart and the contractors never show up to fix it, and we're paying way too much rent to have to deal with this ridiculousness". We keep fantasizing about one day in the near future when we will finally buy our own place and design it the way we want. Oh, that's so dreamy.

My job life is also settling. I finally landed one, and I start in a few days. I'm so excited, and it's a perfect role for me. And I celebrated my decision yesterday by going for a horseback ride. It is one of the best feelings in the world, to wrap my legs around a 2-ton animal and feel my body move in perfect rhythm with the horse's canter- the faster the better. It will always be one of the things that puts a huge smile on my face, and I love that exhausted feeling I have after I ride- my legs throbbing, face flushed and sweaty and being out of breath. Goodness. Take that out of context and it sounds quite sexy...haha.

Yes, things are well on their way to becoming more of a routine, which is a lovely feeling. It makes me feel like there is a method to all of this madness. And though I know that the mister tries his hardest to calm down his days but can't seem to be at home as much as he likes, my routine will also be the method to his madness. That's the kind of Myshka that the both of us need.