I've decided it's time to start writing again. It's been so long since I've even written semi-regularly, in any way at all. And I have so many thoughts... might as well write them down. So here I am. Flinging my words across the web as if they meant anything. I guess we'll see.
So. Since I've been back from Prague, life has sped up and slowed down at the same time. Sped up, because I'm working full-time and feel like my life is pretty full. Plus, I can never seem to get enough time with Jesse, even if we spend a whole weekend together.
And it's slowed down because there's a certain contentness of going to coffeeshops, browsing stores on my local Hawthorne street, experimenting with new recipes and making Jesse try them all, sitting in parks reading, and riding my bike everywhere. Funny how life slows down when you don't have a car.
I have few complaints, including the occasional one about enjoying my job. Currently I am doing temp office work as a receptionist. The position might open up to a full-time one--I'll know if I got it in another week or so. I'm not sure if I want to get it or not, so right now I'm at the fate of the winds. Whatever happens, happens. In the meantime, I'm enjoying getting to know Portland, my wonderful man, that clicking sound on a bike, the taste of coffee, cooking with dill weed, the ability to read at my job because it's so slow, shopping organic, and eating good food.
There are still things to do: Make friends, find a job I like, save money...but there is time to do all of that, and an open city for me to do it in.