Stardate 238609.05 (Supplemental)

Personal Log Supplemental,

I just finished unpacking my few worldly possessions. My quarters look like they are about the size of an orb casing. With what little I've filled them with, there's no longer any room to even fit one of the Tears if I happened to be so lucky as to find it in my possession. When Starfleet designed the Nova-class, they definitely didn't allocate much room for junior officer's accommodations. Entertaining will be quite a feat in here, so I might just have to forgo that anytime soon. I'm not going to complain though. I'm used to living with only the essentials, the Occupation saw to that.

Besides, the room is definitely... functional. It's much like back at the Academy. I've got a replicator, a fresher complete with sonic shower, a computer terminal, a compact closet and a slightly more comfortable bed. A small one room place with just enough room for a single ensign. That's thee major upside: I don't have to share it with anyone else. The cramped, spartan space is my own.

I hung my paintings on the wall for inspiration, including that one I got on Deep Space 9 from the tailor's shop. It's called home and it features Bajor through the eyes of its painter, Tora Ziyal. She had a remarkable perspective, being half Bajoran but still seeing it partially through the eyes of an alien. It reminds me of the beauty I left behind and the reasons I joined Starfleet in the first place. It's a symbol of the prosperity the Federation brought to Bajor in the aftermath of the Cardassian's withdrawal.

I erected a small shrine in the corner of my room, though I'll have to sit in the middle of the room if I want to meditate. I used part of the closet as a bookshelf where I could store my sacred texts, the shrine located beside it. Other than that, there wasn't much I could do the place yet. It's still very spartan and doesn't quite feel like home. But that's what it'll be for a good long while, at least I hope. With any luck, time will help me warm up to the room.

On the more professional side, I met the ship's First Officer today. Commander Jaxx seems like a very down to earth person, one I can get along with well. I was so nervous I'm sure he would have picked up on my nerves even without his Betazoid empathy. If first impressions really are everything, then I'm going to have to do quite a bit to salvage this one.

I had much better luck with one of the ship's doctors, one Wilbur . We laughed and joked as he cleared me for duty. He even splattered my uniform with something called mustard accidentally. Apparently, it's a yellowish condiment used on Terran sandwiches. I changed and showered as soon as I got back to my quarters, even if the stain blended right into the yellow of my uniform. Besides, I have appearances to keep up. I'm off to meet him for a tour and a bite to eat as soon as his shift is over. Which judging by this chronometer is in a couple minutes so I better hurry off to the Casa Nova before he thinks I stood him up.