“That’s the French pronunciation. Not Spanish,” Vahid tells me after I repeated my phrase.
“Whatever. It’s not English so close enough,” I roll my eyes.
I haven’t spoken French in nearly seven years but now that I’m learning Spanish I find myself naturally falling into that accent.
It’s funny the things your body remembers. I couldn’t tell you anything in the language but I can pronounce the words.
I have settled into a routine finally. I have days I do laundry or clean. Saturday mornings are usually always market mornings. It’s nice.
There was a giant thunder and lightning storm a few days ago. Lightning touched down about 2 miles from where I lived, hitting a tree. I wished I woke up enough to watch instead of going back to sleep.
I’m no longer a temp employee and despite the bumps I have now I do enjoy the work enough for now. However it’s made me realize that I don’t want this to be my job a year from now or five.
I’ve started looking at grad schools, again. I feel like I’ve made going harder because I was a mediocre student. We’ll see. I miss school, even the parts I hated I miss now that there’s the possibility I could be done forever. I kind of thinking if I go back I’d want to do it online if I can so I can work full time. But I won’t be going for about a year so I have time to figure it out.
Do you ever just feel like your on hold, waiting for something? I feel that way all the time now. I pushed back the wedding date by a year so we could save up for it. I’m no closer to a decision about grad school. I’m working a job but not starting a career.
I’ve been throwing ideas for a story around. Maybe I’ll actually finish it instead of getting halfway and writing distracted and leaving it to do something else.
Fall is looming; the leaves are changing. Maybe I feel this way because the seasons are changing.