I have a friend, a very good friend, who I love for being nearly myself, but in male form. We’ve been good friends for a long time now. I was his best man. We have a monthly skype date whenever we live apart, and a monthly tea date in person if we are near enough. We’ve helped each other move, and had fun doing it.
He’s one of the people in my life who is utterly honest with me. We skyped earlier this week, and I said something along the lines of “I’m expecting the first few months in New City to be shitty”. He paused, and then said “oh, yah, it’s going to seriously suck.”
It was such a relief! Everyone looks at me funny when I have voiced this opinion, and in a lot of cases, I haven’t bothered to, opting instead for a cheery “I’m excited for the new adventure!”. I am excited. This is, however, not my first time at the rodeo, and I know exactly how isolating and awkward the first few months in a new city and job are. Even in a great city and a great job with great people, the first few months are hard. Nothing is comfortable, nothing is routine, and you don’t know where any of the bathrooms are.
Add to it four months with Pea still in Hilly Quirky City across the continent, that it will be both VERY COLD and VERY DARK, and that many many people I love are nearby but not ‘come over and watch bad TV’ nearby, and I’m not expecting to have a lot of fun those first few months.
I like meeting new people. I like new places and new adventures and new challenges. I am READY to move and start my new lab.
I just think it’s going to suck for a while, and that’s ok.