Life in motion
The other day, I realized that it has been nearly two weeks since I wrote a blog entry, and the last one was rather heavy. So what is going on – do I no longer have any thoughts on which to ruminate, any questions to ponder, any observations to note?
No, I still have plenty of those. On a daily basis, I make a million mental notes, some of which are along the lines of “this would make a great blog entry”. Unfortunately, these fleeting thoughts are quickly chased away by others and I have lost another opportunity on which to explore the minutiae, the unusual, the noteworthy, and the interesting details that make up life as I know it.
The fact of the matter is, I have been busy. I just finished my second full week at work. I am getting used to waking up with a “5” or a “6” on the clock. I am working at a social life and exploring the myriad of things that DC has to offer. By the time I get home, I usually have just enough energy to drink some water, get ready for bed, and perhaps read or watch a streaming tv show.
Life in motion. I feel as if mine has gone from 10 to 100 in a short amount of time. I am not saying that to complain; indeed, I realize just how lucky I am to have found employment so quickly in a company that is growing at a rapid pace, working for someone who seems to appreciate the things I bring to the table (even as he reminds me that he likely won’t be able to utilize all of my skills immediately). I am living in a location that allows me to walk to anything from a number of grocery stores to shopping and restaurants, which is also near the metro and the bus stops. I am making friends – slowly but surely, I am finding a place in this metropolitan area. I am living a life that resembles the one I have wanted for so long to live.
And I am happy. I was talking to someone last week on the phone and I said that I do not remember the time I was genuinely happy. I wake up looking forward to the day, I am committed to remaining positive in my daily life and interactions with others. I believe in myself as a professional, daughter, sister, friend. It feels a bit strange, to be honest. I sometimes wonder if it will last, this feeling.
I also have many moments of surrealism, where I wonder if the last three years really happened; other times I am reminded in force that it did – especially when elements of culture shock hit me. It is at these moments that I think “I should really write about that”. So I am recommitting to my blog, and though Passover is fast approaching, I plan to return to writing in this blog as a way of processing, sharing, and even entertaining (I could write so many things about riding public transport…).
Life continues, whether fast or slow. Mine has sped up a bit but I have to say, I am enjoying it.