Change is on the horizon. I’m back at home in Plano, Texas trying to adjust to life back State-side. Just before logging on to write this, I glanced out the window and noticed the mailman pulling up to our mailbox. I rushed outside to receive the mail from him personally because I am that starved for human interaction. It’s odd. Usually after travelling for so long I welcome a little alone time, but this was the first plane ride in a long time where the person next to me didn’t want to talk my ear off — the teenage girls from northern Ireland were more than happy to sleep and watch movies and listen to music, and only asked me twice on a 10-hour flight to be let out for the WC. At any rate, it’s just me and Dad at the house right now, which I love! I miss Mom (she’ll be in Mexico City for the next week or so), but having Dad all to myself for a while is nice. We had brunch together this morning at this great, hole-in-the-wall cafe near our house. As we were driving there, though we could have walked (so what if it’s a humid 88 degrees at 11AM), I became a bit depressed by all the bland buildings and flat, cement-laden landscape.
I’ve decided to try and go the the park in our neighborhood on a regular if not daily basis to read and think and pray, to be alone and quiet in a relatively nice-looking environment. The less driving I do, the better, not only for gas prices and environmental well-being, but for daily recreation and exercise since I no longer have to walk up and down the mountain side to get anywhere. I checked the garage to see if we have any bicycles in the house, but we don’t; so it’s my rollerblades from college until I can try and find a family member or church friend who might lend me a bike they’re not using.
I applied online for a job at the Allen public library today. I wonder how long it would take to ride a bike there (just the next town over), a good chunk of time I reckon. I’ve always thought working in a library would be something I’d enjoy, and I might be able to study for the GRE while I’m on the clock, because hunting for PHD programs is next on the list after jobs. Even if not, I’ll already be at the library, so it’ll be easy to stay there and study. I will probably also apply at the city rec center down the street for the water aerobics instructor. Notice how I’m going for these ‘two-for-one’ opportunities; working out for a living is a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. I will also place adds in local papers and such for students in need of an English tutor. (PS. Can I just say that I hate resumes? I’m not sure what it is about them, just that they’re so impersonal I suppose.)
Well, as I said, there’s lots of change on the horizon as I take this time to re-orient and re-order my life a bit. And though it’s good change, it’s unnerving; it’s unpredictable and uncertain; it’s taking a risk and it’s stepping towards my future in a more narrow way than ever before. So as a symbol of change and the uncertainty of night (by which I mean my path is less brightly illuminated), here are a few pics of the moon from my last few nights in the Swiss Alps.