santa fe or bust

There is something so strange about moving. I've done it a fair amount of times, and typically I give myself about an hour per time zone to adjust. After the first 2-11 hours, I wonder why I feel so disoriented.
This time, I am giving myself a year. That's right, an entire year to get used to this new place. I may need it- people here like to wear huge amounts of silver jewelry. This is new. Also, they are not obsessed with their weight or the shapes of their noses. They like to read. They are political. They walk instead of drive when possible. All this is new to me. I breathe in the air and it's not full of toxins. My lungs need a year to adjust to this.
Of course, I'm giving the OC a bad rap. We (again, it will be about a year before "we" means santa fe) do have a hit teen drama on the WB and a booming real estate market. Also, my dearest loved ones live behind the orange curtain so this year, I will refrain from value judgements. I will simply say, Santa Fe is a charmed place.
For my faithful followers, and assuming it's plural is a leap of faith (isn't it, Leighton), I appreciate you waiting out the summer for me to finally post something. I think I may have cleared up the whole "chinese character" problem. if it's still a problem, please let me know. I better go to bed. Our new dog Cody- pictures soon forthcoming- will be waking up the household in about 6 hours to play.