So, work. It's actually been pretty awesome. I don't have any real responsibilities beyond training, so I've spent a lot of time reading things and playing around with some embedded dev kits. I've picked up a great deal so far, and I've met a lot of folks. Plenty of meetings and training sessions have graced my calendar. One thing I've discovered is that it is damn near impossible to have a steady short-term productivity output. I just can't do it. I have days where I'm a machine, knocking out tasks and writing C like there's no tomorrow. Then I have days where I can't manage to get my mind thinking in code and I sit and beat my head against the same problems over and over and over and over. As a whole, I like work. Even when I have my off days, I don't dread going. I'm happy there, and that fact alone makes this all worth it.
Outside of work is a different story, though not in a wholly negative way. Things are uneventful to be sure, since I haven't done much in the way of finding activities to do. I went out and picked up parts for my drum set last week, and it's been nice to have that back. I've lost a lot of skill over the last few years of not playing, but it feels good so far, and I've been practicing a fair amount. Mostly what I've discovered is that being an adult is expensive. Bills and utilities seem to arrive in a never ending steam of things that need money thrown at them and things like food and clothes never seem to stop either. Not that it's a problem, I'm just not used to the change in dollar amounts yet. I spend a ton more now, but I also make a ton more than I did in college. It'll all even out in my mind eventually, I am sure.
Alleigh and I have been searching for a church, and after two weeks of only ok church experiences, we visited a place that felt right. There were a while slew of young adults that, in addition to attending the church, came over and absorbed us into their group and chatted with us. I should have taken notes on people's names because I am awful at remembering them. Still, it felt like a good fit, and it seemed like a chance to make some friends, which I desperately want.
I got my car registered and all that, and it was far less traumatic than I had anticipated. After spending hours stressing over forms, I arrived at the DMV 10 minutes before it opened on Friday. I was first in line at the registration counter, ready to argue and battle to get my car registered. I handed my stack of papers to the woman behind the counter and waited as she read through them. She handed me a form to sign, told me an amount for my cheque, then handed me a license plate. I was somewhat taken aback, since it took less than 10 minutes from start to finish, but especially since I walked out of the DMV with a real, live license plate in my hands. I have since ordered vanity plates because, well, why not? My car, now feed from its' Illinois plates, looks a little silly without a plate on the front of the car. I'm thinking about getting something to put there. I haven't decided yet, though.
And so that is Raleigh for now.
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