The Move to Colorado

So the move was much smoother than I ever expected. We drove straight through, no traffic, no weather, nothing bad whatsoever happened. Until the last half hour. Granted, it was only about a mile and a half we got off course, but with the way my dad reacted you would have thought we ended up in freaking Montana or something. For most people, the GPS is a wonderful invention. For him, well, he probably shouldn't have ever heard of it. He wouldn't look at my mapquest map, because "Of course the GPS is right". It wasn't. My map, however, was perfect, and we wouldn't have had to go on that toll road, either.
But anyways, aside from a few other GPS related incidents, this has been a very sucessful move. In fact, the only anxiety I have is over the roads out here. They're freaking SCARY! Tiny lanes, no streetlights, they don't even light up the streetsigns! How am I supposed to know to turn on to Arapahoe (real street name) when I can't see what street I'm on?
Our neighbors are super cool. Which kind of freaks me out. Last night they invited me and Theresa (my roommate out here) over for some beer. They just 'happened' to be having a party, but I think it was kind of an ambush the new neighbors party. Alex (I think that's his name. He said that people call him Johnny Bravo, though) actually ran across the street into my garage to invite me when he saw me pull in. It's very Desperate Housewives here. People on the street get divorced, remarried, move in with each other... I think most of them have lived in each other's houses at one point or another.
On monday I'll start training, which I actually am getting excited for. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into, but I don't think I'll be the dumb one as I thought. I might even be the 'has the advantage' girl. We'll see, though.
Okay, I've got more book to write, because if this whole design thing doesn't work out, I've got to write a killer novel and make money off that.