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It's been three weeks. Tomorrow is the first day of Fall. I've unpacked most of my things and I've hung a few things on the wall. It's hard for me to really move in, knowing it might have to be undone next year.

I get into the city for interviews, some meetings, to babysit my nieces. To visit friends. The view from the train of the Hudson River distracts me from doing all that reading I thought I would do to justify the long ride. I mostly sit there staring out the window, thinking about my future or what to cook for dinner.

Today I thought about my senses, and how they are evolving. I'm in this gradual transitional state. I jump at quick moves or sudden actions. I am more acutely aware of the volume and sharpness of voices. At night, if I'm watching television, I have to raise the volume to drown out the crickets. I'm memorizing the Hudson Line arrivals and departures.

The last few times I stayed with friends in the city, they were inseparable from their personal devices -- typing away through whole stretches of conversation. That incessant clicking noise made me dizzy. I didn't know if anything I was saying was interesting. I was a hologram sent to represent a previous version of me.

Being closer to nature really does fuck with you. It's not a myth. People really are nicer in smaller towns. There isn't enough to distract them from it.

I opened a checking account at a local bank. I chose this particular one because, on my first day here -- the day I moved -- I left my debit card in their ATM by mistake. I didn't notice what I had done until a few hours later when I was in the supermarket. I opened my wallet and it was gone. I had no cash. I had just moved here permanently and knew no one within a 40-mile radius. Sheer panic, followed by tears. Quick thinking brought me back to the bank, 2 minutes after 5:00 PM. CLOSED. I had no choice. I banged on the glass and pantomimed my situation to the few people left inside. A woman ambled over to the door and let me walk right into the empty bank. They handed me my card and listened to my entire life story.

During my transaction today, the bank manager walked out of her office, introduced herself, and welcomed me as a new resident. I was introduced to every single person working in that bank. They gifted me with a house plant. It made no difference to them that I am not currently employed. Whatever money I have is as good as gold to them. According to Diane, my representative, Warren Buffet is involved somehow.