I tend to forget the day. I blame it on the weather, but really it’s the fact that I haven’t had a steady job in almost a year. All my friends are finishing up their teaching posts and heading into a summer of travels before they leave the continent they just completed a contract on. And I did the same last year. But instead of traveling for the summer, my travels extended into autumn until I found myself at a volunteer position in another new continent. And here I am having just finished another short travel mode on the other side of the world.
And what’s next? I think the mantra on my mind at the moment is one I created in an email to a friend I haven’t seen in a long time: What are plans when plans are always changing?
Ali called me from his radio post yesterday evening with news that Tori Amos was performing last night and tonight. Although jobless and poundless (GBP that is) I called the number he gave me only to discover that the tickets were sold out. She is my favorite and an evening at her concert alone, adding to my debt, is just what I would have done had the opportunity been there. I suppose, financially, I was lucky it wasn’t.
Ali has been on nights this week and my schedule has changed as well. Being without a job, this is possible. I quite like it. I stay up into the wee hours of the morning and sleep to the early afternoon hours. There is no sunshine to distract me when I’m working on creative projects and Ali and I get to spend some time in the same place, sleeping.