You land on a Tuesday. By Thursday you’ve signed for an apartment, stood in a line at the DMV that felt like it lasted two weeks, and been asked “how’s it going?” by a cashier who genuinely wanted to know.
You order a burger with fries and a bag of chips for the drive, say “thanks” to everyone, and tell the server it was really good. (They now think it was fine.) Asked where to eat tomorrow, you shrug: “either works for me.”
It’s fall. You’ve got a vacation booked already, and you’ve only lost the car once in the parking lot. You’re doing great.