I'm finally feeling pretty settled into my new home and a consistent routine of making work, and I'm pretty relieved that many of the ideas I was able to focus on and refine in grad school haven't just disappeared in my thinking. I'm not sure what I thought would happen after I left Boston, but that fear always comes from the back of my mind when a big change happens that all the hard work would just evaporate from my mind somehow. In the past it has always surprised me how creativity and inspiration just don't work in that logical a fashion, just giving myself time and space in my new life is enough to let ideas resurface in a new way. This week I'm really finding joy in the fact that something so organic, surprising and even chaotic is actually the most dependable and rewarding constant in my life.