...nothing is settled. Not yet.... I am officially in the vortex of transitioning transitional transitions. I did finally get an office in which to work. I even got my name on the door. It's a temporary position, but at least providing a bit of stability. Other than that, still living in my brother's unfinished basement next to the ferret cage. That's right, I'm a glamour girl.
I've been doing a lot, A LOT of thinking lately. Some of it even rational. I'm now past the three month mark back in Gringolandia. El Salvador recently elected my ex-imaginary-novio, Maricio Funes, as president. I commute an hour each way to work and have even been spotted at Starbucks. (gasp!) I listen to a LOT of NPR. I'm beginning to etch a groove here. The strange thing, is that my itching feet have been itching to bury themselves in the dirt. It may be the ferret-fumes talking, but the idea of settling seems more and more appealing. Is it time to let the world come to me for a while? Just need to find that balance...
Or maybe we all just want what we don't have.. how many times have I had someone express their envy of my adventure. Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but I know what must be sacrificed to live it and sometimes I look back and wonder why they don't sufficiently appreciate what they have.
A big comfy chair and....
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