We’ve been living in Jordan for just over one month. I’m not going to sugar-coat anything: It’s been a difficult transition — but not for the reasons I was expecting (working long days, balancing work with school, needing more time off after Kabul). Instead, it’s been a combination of factors — things that I should have been expecting or at least should not have surprised me on our third tour — that have humbled me and reminded me that whether we’re moving the third time or the thirteenth time, some things just take a while.Lest I sound like I’m complaining about living a cushy life that seems (largely based on my own blog, I know) filled with travel to exotic places, I’ll remind you that this blog (or Facebook, or emails and phone calls with friends and family) is the highlights reel. This isn’t real life.Real life is speaking zero Arabic and having difficulty communicating even simple directions to cab drivers so we can leave our house beyond a 15-minute-walk radius. Real life is mostly going from work to home to work to home, and maybe going on a run once or twice a week. Real life is, surprisingly, feeling a little bit lonely and isolated without all your friends (and colleagues) living in your apartment building, eating at your cafeteria and going to your spin class.The Dead Sea.But real life is also getting to see cool places and do cool things, like visit Mount Nebo and Madaba, the Amman Citadel and the Dead Sea. It’s also having the opportunity to see, in person, the work that we’re doing here — to meet beneficiaries in their communities and see our projects in action, along with the great need that still exists. This is not something that was possible in Afghanistan.I was talking to a colleague recently about how I feel like I haven’t really done anything or seen much in Jordan since moving here. She laughed and said, “You’ve only been here, like, two weeks. You have four years. Don’t do everything at once.” I was reminded of my “one thing a day” policy upon moving to our first post, San Salvador. Upon the advice of a seasoned Foreign Service spouse I met in language training (who, incidentally, is now living in San Salvador — hi, Vilma!), I set low to no expectations — for finding work, for being able to communicate, for knowing my way around, etc. I knew it would take time to figure everything out, get settled, make friends and feel truly at home.School for Syrian refugee children in northern Jordan.Arriving to Afghanistan was different, for a multitude of reasons. In some ways, it’s probably the easiest transition to a post. There are no language barriers or problems learning your way around, no struggle to find the kitchen implements and ingredients at the grocery store to cook a meal — no chance to feel lonely or isolated because you are literally around everyone you work with all the time (which for me was difficult as an introvert). You immediately start your job, establish your routine and form your circle of friends. Our UAB and HHE arrived within our first few days at post.Moving to Jordan? I thought, Pfft — I got this. I already had a job, knew my free time would be limited and knew our shipments would take a while to get here. I knew, in my head, that it would take time for our large and empty apartment to feel like home, for me to be able to distinguish one block from another since all the buildings are the same sand-colored cement, for me to meet and befriend the people who will be my “group” for the next four years.Yet, logically knowing those facts to be true and accepting them in actual life are two different things. So I’m modifying my one-thing-a-day policy to one thing a week — whether that’s going out to a new restaurant, visiting a new site on a CLO trip, hanging out with friends/colleagues or just doing something beyond work work and school work. I’m trying to be patient with myself, since I’m often my own worst critic.Another friend and former colleague advised me to have a mantra — something as simple as “I’m new. Things will get easier.” — and repeat it to myself in times of doubt. I’ll take it. What do you do to help navigate times of (professional or personal) transition?