Have you ever experienced that ever so disorienting feeling that time is simultaneously speeding up and slowing down? A week will fly by in a blur and yet be packed with so much brilliance that everything that came before it becomes small and insignificant by comparison. The past week and a half have been unreal, or rather they have been a new reality.
I'm so happy it frightens me a little, but I think fear is a good sign. Many of the things I'm most glad of having done frightened me at the beginning.