I see that I never wrote that description of Promissor. I should write that description of Promissor.

Anne and I finally saw the place we're subletting, and it looks wonderful: set back from the road, cozy and furnished, with a tree it's our duty to water and walls we can lock to repel intruders. We're still staying in the hotel, because the owner doesn't move out until Tuesday.

I write this from the Santa Fe campus library, where I once again work. I think I'll be very happy here. I always wanted the knowledge and responsibilities that I now have as a supervisor, and the position will give me a chance to figure out what it means to have moved out.

I've been given the first task of making sure that all the students who graduated or withdrew have been removed from the database. It's a good way to catch up to the school since I've left, to see everyone who has already left and those who have registered as alumni borrowers and whom I thus run the risk of seeing again. I especially like being able to see what books everybody has checked out. I could do this as a student as well, but now I can also add or remove fines or delete accounts. Oh, the power.

Anne and I went for a walk in the foothills yesterday, and I remembered what it's like to be in the high desert. My perspective has improved since I was here last. I more fully appreciate the beauty of the landscape, the variety of plants in their weird shapes and colors, the ever-changing sky, and the solitude. Everything seems familiar, and yet I notice now that I come back how it all has more depth than I thought when I was a student here.

This is the first time in a month and a half that I've been separated from Anne for more than twenty minutes. I feel like something critical is missing, like my glasses; or perhaps as though I forgot to wake up. She's looking around town to apply for jobs, and she has no phone. I wish she were still here.

Life is not fixed. None of it is solid at all, and the slightest wind can blow anything away. I learned this more every day as we travelled west, through lush eastern forest to rolling hills and farmlands of Tennessee, to the broken roads and dirt piles of Arkansas, the imposing sky and flatness of Oklahoma, and finally the desert nothingness of the Texas panhandle and the mountains and dust of New Mexico. Now that I'm here, I see that more even than I thought at first is transient and fluid. And yet there are patterns in the chaos, and principles to which a strong personality can hold.