Three Weeks Later

It's been three weeks since I finished work and I haven't yet woken up desperately searching for purpose. It might have something to do with my days being filled with french classes my evenings being filled with moving out of the house. Next week will be marked by a break in both of those activities, so we'll see if I discover boredom then. To be honest, though, I think I'll always be busy. I was born busy.

I had hoped to put my alarm clock up for sale on ebay by now, but, alas, it is still getting a lot of action. That will probably continue to be the case for the forseeable future. My blowdryer and flat iron, on the other hand, are enjoying retirement.
I'm adjusting to a life without an income. Making my own coffee and lunches. Washing my tupperware and thermos at night. I think this is what normal people do.

I walk to my french classes away from the flow of the downtown pedestrian traffic. The abundance of furrowed brows heading to the core makes me conscious of the absence of stress from my life, and I know that I'm moving in the right direction.

I eat my lunch outside. And slowly. Even when it rains.

I've made a game out of seeing how long the $20 bill in my pocket can last. I'm learning which little indulgences that I can go without and I'm rediscovering the joy of free stuff. I'm going for coffee with someone on friday and I'm looking forward to the 'free' coffee. I might even order a mocha!

I'm looking forward to spending some time with my family before I go. Moving in with my parents next week should help facilitate this. My schedule, so far, has not. The challenge, then, will be to find ways to hang out with Erik. Oh, these days are too short.

Less than three weeks now until I leave for Singapore.