As I continue my job search, I find myself with ample time in the days. Chinese lessons, job searching, and correspondences fill only so much time. So I spend my time "becoming cultured". This overstatement simply means I'm reading again--items such as stage dramas and Sedaris--watching foreign films--thank you Netflix subscription--and cooking--random selections of vegetables, starches, and meats collide and simmer in a pan. To keep sanity I also leave my place at least once a day. I am still befuddled that I look forward to my one errand of the day. Today, I couldn't even fill that and simply went to a coffee shop for a change of scenery. And as I sat reading my Minneapolis fiction, I noted many others around me doing the same. It is the middle of the afternoon as the sun slowly sets and casts warm rays on one's shoulder sitting in a comfy leather chair. I enjoyed this along with a multitude of others--the middle-aged women doing the exact same thing. Really, no men; no one under the age of 30. And for this afternoon, that was my peer group.
It's a simpler pace at the moment, one I can certainly enjoy and respect. Soon, I hope, I'll be back in chaos mode tossing around lines like, "I just don't have the time." But for now, it's new to admit, "yep, I do have the time for that."
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