Over a week without writing anything here.
Nine days in fact.
I haven't forgotten about writing. In fact, the past few days I've been thinking about everything that's going on and trying to decide what I was going to blog about next. The answer I came up with was ...
... nothing.
So this is just a stream of consciousness, throwing words onto the page, see what direction thoughts go kind of a blog entry. Not your cup of tea? No offense taken. Permission to skip and wait until more photos get posted: granted.
So, carrying on -- things in general have been good. Work is starting to slowly pick up, and the staff and management I'm working for/with seem to like having me around. I've been able to make some small enhancements here already, with my big project slowly lumbering up to speed. Of course, the primary individual I'm working for will be on holiday for two weeks starting on July 8, right as things were going to hit the point where I could start doing some bigger things, but it'll be fine. We'll make it work.
Two of the things I talked about doing and started but never kept-to with any long term success back home were learning to play the bass guitar and working out more regularly. It's funny, because now that I'm here, and I'm routinely out with people after work or on some weekends, I find myself thinking that "I need to work out more" or "I should get a cheap bass guitar and teach myself already." Not only as good physical and mental challenges, respectively, but things to help occupy me when nobody else is around. There is a gym within five minutes walking distance, and a guitar/instrument store within 10 minutes walking distance. I really need to get into both. No excuse not to be doing things over here, is there?
It's also hit me recently that I've been here for over a month. May 14th is when I landed. May 21st is when I started work. On a six month contract, that means I'm over 1/6 finished. Which is crazy, because it still feels like I only just got here. It helps to validate my ambitious goals at work, and also feels like a challenge: I have to make sure I travel to <insert country> or try <insert word> because there's not much time left!
It's been fun. That attitude is healthy, I think, and I hope to keep it with me when I return to the States. There's never enough time we always say, because it's limited. It's fixed. 24 hours in a day: no more. Really understanding that makes for a strong case to get the hell out there and not waste any of them.
And so, if you'll excuse me, I believe I'll end this blog entry abruptly, bail on work a little early, and just get out there myself :)
