Wednesday, December 9, 2015
job search
Searching and applying for jobs non stop this week. I've been out of it for way too long. The last time I applied for a job was in 2008 and that was for a part-time position while I still had my full time job. The times have definitely changed. Cover letter is a whole new thing for me. The applying is stressful but the waiting to hear back can be even more so. How long does it usually take? Well if anything, this is good practice and now I've got an updated resume.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Travels
It's Sunday night. Well, technically it's Monday morning. I'm wide awake as usual, while my husband and cat sleep. I'm listening to Andra Day once again.
I started reading "French Milk" this afternoon and decide to knock off a few more pages while I waited for sleep to hit. In the midst of blindly reaching out for a bookmark, I came across an old note of mine. It was from a cafe in Prague. It was dated September 28, 2014.
It was from Cafe Louvre, on our trip, last year. And suddenly it all came rushing back. We were cold and wandering the streets. We were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of our night. There was a Lego store nearby. We ducked in, hoping to find a gift for my nephew. Instead we walked out with a frankenstein lego keychain. That's when I decided to do a random search of nearby places and Cafe Louvre popped up. It was a short walk away. We walked up a flight of stairs and wondered if we were underdressed. We were seated at a table and to my very cheerful surprise found a vegan option to go with my tea. My husband was all too excited to try their Turkish coffee.
We ordered. Afterwards as we waited for our bill, I noticed a some note paper and pencil. It was a perfect squared piece of paper with "Cafe Louvre" on the top. While we waited I quickly scribbled, "enjoyed a hot drink and dessert here tonight. Sunday, September 28, 2014. We leave to Brussels on Tuesday and Prague has been beautiful thus far."
I might have forgotten all about that night. But it is amazing how a quickly scrawled note can make such a difference. I can remember how I felt walking up those steps, the white and black color scheme, the salmon color standing out, the well dressed waiters, and the newspaper waiting to be read. I can remember all that and more. The sights and smells come back. I knew that someday I'd be looking back on that night and that that note would be a helpful reminder.
I may not be able to travel in real time but I can travel in time with mementos like these.
I started reading "French Milk" this afternoon and decide to knock off a few more pages while I waited for sleep to hit. In the midst of blindly reaching out for a bookmark, I came across an old note of mine. It was from a cafe in Prague. It was dated September 28, 2014.
It was from Cafe Louvre, on our trip, last year. And suddenly it all came rushing back. We were cold and wandering the streets. We were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of our night. There was a Lego store nearby. We ducked in, hoping to find a gift for my nephew. Instead we walked out with a frankenstein lego keychain. That's when I decided to do a random search of nearby places and Cafe Louvre popped up. It was a short walk away. We walked up a flight of stairs and wondered if we were underdressed. We were seated at a table and to my very cheerful surprise found a vegan option to go with my tea. My husband was all too excited to try their Turkish coffee.
We ordered. Afterwards as we waited for our bill, I noticed a some note paper and pencil. It was a perfect squared piece of paper with "Cafe Louvre" on the top. While we waited I quickly scribbled, "enjoyed a hot drink and dessert here tonight. Sunday, September 28, 2014. We leave to Brussels on Tuesday and Prague has been beautiful thus far."
I might have forgotten all about that night. But it is amazing how a quickly scrawled note can make such a difference. I can remember how I felt walking up those steps, the white and black color scheme, the salmon color standing out, the well dressed waiters, and the newspaper waiting to be read. I can remember all that and more. The sights and smells come back. I knew that someday I'd be looking back on that night and that that note would be a helpful reminder.
I may not be able to travel in real time but I can travel in time with mementos like these.
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Quiet Nights
Oh the affinity for these late nights. I try and shield my husband from the dim, yellow light on the nightstand and the glow coming off the laptop. With soft volume, Spotify provides me with the soundtrack to my sleepless nights.
In my 20s I had somehow convinced myself that I was a morning person but the truth is that I love late nights. And I love sleeping in. I do, on occasion, enjoy seeing the sun rise and feeling like I am the only person who has freshly awoken at 5 in the morning. But for the most part, it's those late nights that really get me.
In my 20s I had somehow convinced myself that I was a morning person but the truth is that I love late nights. And I love sleeping in. I do, on occasion, enjoy seeing the sun rise and feeling like I am the only person who has freshly awoken at 5 in the morning. But for the most part, it's those late nights that really get me.
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