I've turned into one of those people I despise. The pretentious writers/webdesigners/stocktraders who sit at a Starbucks sipping lattes (that have gotten so expensive, they should probably just start making the cups out of gold) and looking very pretty whilst they plan out their futures. Though there is an entirely different reason I'm here, and I'm not sipping a latte. In fact, I look like a lost little traveler, in jeans, trainers, hair pinned back and my rucksack by my pink-Conversed feet.
I am in Starbucks because we don't have internet yet, and Starbucks has gone hi-tech and installed wireless.It's been 12 days now, and we don't have a phoneline or internet. Plus, we have about 4 fuzzy channels on our TV. Our bed is still on the floor, and we have no dressers to put our clothes in. Life is good. I think it's quite an exercise in patience for us to go through this. Life for us, like I've mentioned before, is never boring. We're constantly moving, constantly uprooting ourselves, constantly shifting our perspective to save up for our dream of conquering the world.
It has been so tempting to just run out and buy the first cheap particle-board dresser we trip over, but we've had to gain a larger picture which is: why buy crap when we can invest in proper furniture that won't need to be repaired with duct tape in a year? It's a very tough question to ask ourselves, but it's an important one. The mister is working hard and travelling, so it's better for us to be patient in buying our furniture and letting ourselves focus on work, rather than adding more to our list of things to do. I have now taken on the project of making our home livable-it's in that in-between stage at the moment, where items reside for about a day, and then they're moved to a different part of the house. I hate that feeling. It's very unsettling. So, I've pretty much unpacked everything, sorted out our papers and filing, and put away in the closets what I can. The rest I'll have to wait for our dressers.
I haven't found a job yet, still in rounds of interviews. I won't go on about that, because although it's frustrating, there are loads of people out there without even a roof over their heads, and some who live in unhappy homes, so I have nothing to complain about.
I've also noticed that throughout my time here in this cafe (though it's become so generic it doesn't feel like a cafe anymore- it feels like a pit stop for urbanites to mainline espresso into their veins and leave without saying thank you. Very impersonal.), I've found it nice to hear people's voices. Right now, I feel very disconnected from people, places and things. With the time difference it's hard to reach family in America, and my friends here have very busy lives (4 girlfriends of mine have had kids in the past year). Other than the mister, my horses (I have to start my riding again) here and my in-laws are my saving grace, because when the mister is travelling, I know there's always someone to have a glass of wine with (though lately I've taken to long showers with the music playing and Sex and the City DVDs). No, the horses don't drink, I meant the in-laws.
So, until I get offered a job, I should probably feel lucky that not only do we have a flat and a very happy marriage and future together, I get to blog in the late afternoon and reflect- something that not many people get a chance to do.
I do have one complaint, though: Starbucks needs to make chairs suitable for skinny people- my arse feels like it's writing its name in the wood.
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