A Sense of Belonging

. . . is something that i've been looking for, for quite a while. this last year has been a difficult one, transitioning out of a job i loved, a community i cared deeply for, and friendships & relationships that mean more than words can ever say. moving on, moving away, was rough . . . especially when my destination was unknown.

for the first time since i resigned from SOTV a year ago i'm finally finding my fit, my groove, my place again. the past few days have been spent cramming mass amounts of information into my brain, exploring the campus, pub-ing at the GPSCY*, and getting to know and meet amazing people from all around the world. i'm loving every minute of it and i'm thrilled, humbled, and amazed to be able to call this place home for the next few years.

*GPSCY (pronounced Gypsy . . . NOT Roma) is the "Graduate & Professional Student Club at Yale," a most excellent hang out exclusively for Grad and Professional students here. this funky bar/lounge/etc carved out of one of the campus' gothic buildings downtown is a very good thing.