Just under a week ago, I left New England. I tendered my resignation at work, said “Goodbye” to the life I had known for the past half-decade. At two minutes before two in the morning I loaded what bags I had left in the back of my car and drove with my two very grumpy, very surprised, cats for ten hours. Almost seven hundred miles later, I finally got to a new home. It’s in a new region, with its own local slang, idioms, customs and expectations.It’s in a different growing season, with variable temperatures, rain patterns, and new local geography. So many things are different, more than you would really think to expect when you set out. Time itself is different, despite being…