My Grandmother told me once that a city has enough windows for everybody. I still want to believe her.

The last day of August, although not literally it feels like the last day of summer, even though it doesn't feel much like summer here right now. I am still adjusting to a new city, still trying to avoid sitting at home alone for days on end. School has only kinda started, but I don't really have reading yet, no real assignments, so for now I just have to show up for classes, and even one of those was canceled this week.

Worcester has been okay so far. It is not brilliant, I am still not sure of where I can walk alone at night. But it is okay. I feel safe biking everywhere I need to go, so until winter comes in full swing I will be okay.

We are setting up camping weekends, and retreat weekends, and whatever else. I am entertained by my new associates. I am hoping to make a friend or two out of the grouping. I am hoping to not be bored. I may have found a volunteer position helping teach African Refugees in Worcester, I'm going in to meet with a classmate who works there next week. It should be good.

It is always interesting to establish home in a new city. Finding places to go, people to pass time with. And tomorrow, back to the amazing park that has loads of puppies running around, and lunch with classmates. And something to do.