And so, the exploring continues. My current joblessness is both freeing and frustrating. I find that I long for structure to my days, but somehow I keep busy all day long, with job searching, reading, and not nearly enough writing. Constant re-writes and revisions to dull and dreadful cover letters have numbed my will to write more. I’ve fallen into the comfort of a routine, spiked with bursts of adventuring. Already, some good friends have come to visit, and it’s a nice remedy for small bouts of DC-homesickness. I’ve rediscovered the joys of stoop-sitting, but this time, instead of a view of 11th Street mayhem in Columbia Heights, I sit in complete peace, surrounded by flowers, palm trees and a stunning view of the Bay. The water, I must admit, is the very best part. This post is a little scattered, but I, myself, am feeling a bit scattered. While most of the boxes are unpacked, and I’ve found most of the items I’d deemed lost in the move, there are still piles of stuff, awkward placement of things, an uncertain future ahead of me. It’s mostly exciting, and only a little bit scary, and at least while I find my footing here in these hills, I’m continually awed by beauty.
O heart, heart, so singularly
Intransigent and corruptible,
Here we lie entranced by the starlit water,
And moments that should last forever
Slide unconsciously by us like water.