What things are like when you're in a new place that might become your home

I've moved, I am trying to settle in a new place, and I had a very thoughtfully worded and personal account that was mostly a list of the boxed lunch my mother made me for the 8 hour drive from San Diego to Berkeley, CA (excerpt: "four fresh figs from a friends garden, 2 whole cobs of corn, boiled and chilled by being pressed up against an ice pack, 3 small tomatoes from her garden. . . ). Instead I will post this, as it is much better and more accurate. Please to enjoy.