We arrived at Twin Oaks yesterday around 11 AM. It was rather unceremonious; we were bringing our second armload of stuff to my room before anyone really said "hello." I've landed in downstairs Oneida, the women's SLG (Small Living Group). There are only two long term members living in this SLG; everyone else has been here for a month or less. It's not ultimately where I want to be, but I think I'm happy to stay put for a few months.

We only made one trip to the storage unit yesterday, which is sort of a bummer. Only half of our stuff is on the farm, and the shelves onto which we could've unpacked this stuff are still in storage. It's an awkward situation. We're hoping to recruit someone to take us to the unit this week or next to finish the job.

I did manage to make the room presentable enough to invite GPaul for a late night hangout. He drank some of Keegan's bourbon, and we had a grand old time.

Today, we took transition hours, did some hammocks work, asked Ethan a bunch of questions, tried to toughen up our feet, and got ridiculously tired. I felt like a dead woman walking around 3 PM, and Keegan was ready for bed starting around 8:00. I suppose that doing very little but thinking about a lot can be exhausting.

It's probably for the best-- we're waking up early tomorrow so Keegan can join a garden shift. I have my first shift with Unicorn School tomorrow morning. I wish Rick were on the farm so I could talk with him about what we're doing/grand plans for the kids' education.

Really, I want to talk with everyone about everything, but I don't want to be obnoxious. Being new is strange.