Yesterday, my friend Fany and I were trying to make plans to hang out, and I told her I'd be in Mexico for the next two weeks. "Again?" she said. "You know, you haven't arrived." She was right: I hadn't arrived. I'd moved to New York at the end of January, but I'd been gone in Mexico twice already (more than a month in Mexico, if you counted up the days), in San Diego once, and in Portland and San Francisco. Being in New York still felt like an extended business trip. I didn't feel yet like I was here to stay. I kept repeating that little sentence in my head -- I haven't arrived -- and it made me feel better about this anxiousness I'd been feeling lately, this need to establish myself right away, to do something big and important now. Arriving in Mexico City, I'm sure I'd felt the same way, but my freshest memories were of how routine and comfortable everything was. I'm curious: when you moved to a new city for the first time, what little things made you feel like you'd truly arrived? How long did it take you to really feel like you were home?