So I’m sitting at a coffeehouse in Portland. In my very own neighborhood of Brooklyn. The coffeehouse doesn’t really feel like a coffeehouse, maybe because it’s so well lit, or because it’s right next to a convenience store and has the same sort of plate glass and linoleum feeling. I guess this place serves as a sort of bookstore as well, with some shelves of used books set up in the front half of the shop. I assumed that this place would have wireless internet available, but I guess I assumed incorrectly. I came here with the purpose of trolling the internet for jobs and accomplishing various other tasks via the internet. It’s unnerving how the absence of a wifi connection can throw a wrench in to all of my immediate plans. At the very least, I can drink this coffee. Maybe I’ll continue down the road after this and see what else I can find.
I think I’m settling in nicely here. Everything I see here makes me fall in love with the city a little bit more. I’m happy I came here, more than happy. This is a big change in the way I live, and it’s exactly what I needed. I needed a shake-up. I guess I’m “finding myself,” although I absolutely loathe that phrase. I’m deciding what I want for my life and what I don’t. Not at the moment. But in the scheme of things, that is the point of this phase of my life, isn’t it? Is that the point of all phases of my life? But I feel good here, immediately comfortable. Maybe that’s because of my lovely best friend who is taking the greatest of care to help me adjust. Or because it’s not all that difficult to feel comfortable when you roll out of bed in the late morning and spend the days feeling most responsibility free. But for now, in this in-between sort of place, I feel good. And happy. The sky has been clear since I arrived, I’ve spent some time with some great people. And I couldn’t really ask for much more than that.
Next up, attempting to find some sort of job. It’s hard to persevere through the process, I have learned this before. At this point I’m not too picky about what I will do, partially because there isn’t much that I’m actually qualified for. I could probably stand to be picky, too – because I’m not desperate for money. I am, however, desperate for a way to fill some time. If I work even just 15 hours a week, I will at least be able to meet some new people and stimulate my brain by learning something new.
Speaking of learning something new, the time is drawing near for me to put my money where my stupid mouth is and start studying for the GRE. I want to do it, and I need to if I want to go to grad school – which I do. It sounds easy enough – buy a GRE study, open the book, and study it. Simple. I’m just worried that my lack of discipline is going to be quite a roadblock in this process. I need to create a schedule of some sort. Everyday from noon until 4:00 I study for the GRE. Something like that. I also need to register to take the test, because without a deadline I simply cannot accomplish anything. As long as a commitment is open-ended, I will stand still and let the days pass until I know that I absolutely need to finish the task.
I need to find a way to make the energy and drive that I had on Tuesday last for a couple of more weeks. I woke up on Tuesday and spent the whole day working diligently at searching and applying for jobs. I suppose it is only Thursday. And I think I should be entitled to a few days that are dedicated only to figuring out the little things – such as how to walk to True Brew from my house and learning that they don’t have wireless internet. Lesson learned. Now I can go home and get down to business. I think I will stroll through the neighborhood a little bit more first. Continue to get my bearings.
I wonder how things will be when the rain starts in a few weeks?
I think I’m settling in nicely here. Everything I see here makes me fall in love with the city a little bit more. I’m happy I came here, more than happy. This is a big change in the way I live, and it’s exactly what I needed. I needed a shake-up. I guess I’m “finding myself,” although I absolutely loathe that phrase. I’m deciding what I want for my life and what I don’t. Not at the moment. But in the scheme of things, that is the point of this phase of my life, isn’t it? Is that the point of all phases of my life? But I feel good here, immediately comfortable. Maybe that’s because of my lovely best friend who is taking the greatest of care to help me adjust. Or because it’s not all that difficult to feel comfortable when you roll out of bed in the late morning and spend the days feeling most responsibility free. But for now, in this in-between sort of place, I feel good. And happy. The sky has been clear since I arrived, I’ve spent some time with some great people. And I couldn’t really ask for much more than that.
Next up, attempting to find some sort of job. It’s hard to persevere through the process, I have learned this before. At this point I’m not too picky about what I will do, partially because there isn’t much that I’m actually qualified for. I could probably stand to be picky, too – because I’m not desperate for money. I am, however, desperate for a way to fill some time. If I work even just 15 hours a week, I will at least be able to meet some new people and stimulate my brain by learning something new.
Speaking of learning something new, the time is drawing near for me to put my money where my stupid mouth is and start studying for the GRE. I want to do it, and I need to if I want to go to grad school – which I do. It sounds easy enough – buy a GRE study, open the book, and study it. Simple. I’m just worried that my lack of discipline is going to be quite a roadblock in this process. I need to create a schedule of some sort. Everyday from noon until 4:00 I study for the GRE. Something like that. I also need to register to take the test, because without a deadline I simply cannot accomplish anything. As long as a commitment is open-ended, I will stand still and let the days pass until I know that I absolutely need to finish the task.
I need to find a way to make the energy and drive that I had on Tuesday last for a couple of more weeks. I woke up on Tuesday and spent the whole day working diligently at searching and applying for jobs. I suppose it is only Thursday. And I think I should be entitled to a few days that are dedicated only to figuring out the little things – such as how to walk to True Brew from my house and learning that they don’t have wireless internet. Lesson learned. Now I can go home and get down to business. I think I will stroll through the neighborhood a little bit more first. Continue to get my bearings.
I wonder how things will be when the rain starts in a few weeks?
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I'm pretty sad I didn't get to see you before you left.
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