I have been in Portland about a month now. Moving. I had forgotten what a whirl of looping it can be... Pick up and go. Settle in. Adjust. Shift. Rebox and unbox expectations. Fall down. Squirm. Struggle. Go limp. Float.
This is the frantic dance of a growing seed. Wisdom of the sister says, "flowers have to push through soil and manure before they get to bloom in the sun. Remember you are a flower!"