The in between days

I have spent the last couple of days moving my life from SF and my house by the beach to Olivehurst for a photo-j job with the Appeal-Democrat. It's okay if you don't know where that is neither does googlemaps, my new house doesn't exist when you type in the address. It in the Cali valley north of Sacramento by about 40 mins and about 2 hrs from SF. I am trading in my last ten years of city life for country suburban living, cramped housing for open spaces and people who say "hello" when you pass by. To me this is strange. I've gone from five housemates to one and a dog named Jager.