Vienna

My first memories of Vienna are not the greatest. 

Of course, how could they be when I was born and bred in Blackcat country.

Of all the places I thought I could be,  Vienna feels like it was the last one I would choose.

But, alas, here we are.

While there is something about this season that doesn't feel permenant (the nature of seasons, I guess), it does feel necessary.

The job, the house, the people, how comfortably uncomfortable (seems to be true for all of life). I'm beginning to like this little town for what it is and the part that it plays in my story. A good chapter, just like all of the other ones.

And maybe I didn't have to be learning these quarter life lessons here, but we do put on a good fair.