I sit near a buzzing EXIT sign, on a public computer, tired, full, and relatively pleased. Life is going well. I just started a second job yesterday, so I will no longer have as much empty time to fill. Not only that, it's tutoring in language arts - grammar, punctuation, the writing process, and the like - right up my alley.
I also found a church, and while the meeting new people and getting comfortable around them takes time, it's not as difficult as usual, and I'm fully convinced, in this case, it is worthwhile.
And I've gotten to see people I wanted to see, and have been reading as cheerfully as a bird after a rain shower (a bit of a stretch, that metaphor, but it contains the essence), including some George MacDonald sermons, which I unexpectedly love. I never thought I'd read sermons for fun, but when a poet and novelist of the fantastic mythic sort writes sermons, they are beautiful and passionate and real.
I do, of course, miss people from home, family and friends, and wish I could go to weddings that I cannot, alas, attend. And no A/C in this heat means a muggy oveny house. But when it thunders, ah! that is the life. Not to mention the green everywhere. Green trees, grass, waterlilies, other flowers, bushes, everything, even algae. Better than dull tan and brown.
Summary: life is going well, I think, so long as I don't stop too long and debate with myself the perennial questions of where am I? why am I here? and where am I going? and why? So as long as I do not concern myself with the future, or even question too deeply the present, as long as I walk in simple obedience and faith, I can smile with pleasure and a complete absence of guilt.
(Not to mention a recent wonderful dinner with two desserts, both equally scrumptious: mixed berry cobbler and peach crisp.)
