July 15 marks the first anniversary of my move to Anchorage. It has been a year of many changes.
I think it took me about six months to accept the fact that sugar free ice cream would always be available so that I didn’t have to buy four gallons at once. It took even longer for me to accept that filling my car with gas did not mean incurring something similar to the national debt.
I no longer expect live dance to include mind-numbing MTV-like cuts from one move to another so that I can never feel the full flow