What do ya say to taking chances?

So it's been a week,
One week since I flew from PHX to PDX for the first time to start a new job, in a strange new city where I promptly took an Instagram of my feet on the PDX airport carpet.
To rent a space in a stranger's home and somehow learn my way to work.

It's been fucking insane.

I've cried a lot, I've considered heading straight to the airport more times than I can count, I've sobbed on the phone to my father desperately seeking a pep talk or the green light to give up.
But I've made it a week.
On Monday I got so lost using the public transit that I exited the bus after learning I was in fact going the completely opposite direction. The minute my boot hit the sidewalk, it started hailing. 
I met my boss after stumbling into my now office, 40 minutes late, breathless and damp from the expected rain from the Portland forecast.
My boss is a conservative gentleman in his late 50's, he listens to Rush Limbaugh talk radio consecutively throughout our work day and quizzically asked me what I ate for Thanksgiving as a vegan.
Anyone who knows me would be shocked that I did not promptly exit the way I entered after 10 minutes of my first day.
But my boss reminds me to get lunch everyday so that I don't get hangry.
He gives me the honest truth regarding the neighborhood's I find available rooms in via Craigslist.
We share a sarcastic sense of  humor. 
He appoints me the job of decorating his family Christmas e-vite with "Christmas shit" included.
I say good morning to Erin and Faye everyday.
Paul and Patti share their coffee with me.
I have yet to encounter an unfriendly or less than chipper attitude here in Portland. 
The bus lady was happy to tell me to take bus #44 next time, not #4.
The lady at New Seasons grocery store happily let me cut in front of her when I was nervous of missing my bus on my second day.
My air bnb hosts offered to let me move in month to month starting January while I continue to search for a long term renting situation.
So although I've cried, doubted and cursed, I swear there has been some divine energy urging me to stay, bringing people into my brand new "life" in Portland, to encourage, support and love me in a way.
During my brief exploration of downtown Portland, I wandered through one of the biggest book stores and iconic landmarks in Portland, Powell's Books. I settled on two, despite my normal 3 + books whenever I allow myself to browse the intoxicating aisle of a book store or library.
One of my choices was titled "The Opposite of Loneliness" by Marina Keegan. Marina was a 2014 Yale graduate who tragically died 5 days after graduation. This book is a compilation of her short stories, poems, plays, essays and thoughts.

"What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. The notion that it's too late to do anything is comical. It's hilarious. We can't, we must not lost this sense of possibility,
because in the end it's all we have."