I get the sense I'm sitting in one of those "moments in time" that my Dad so often speaks of. I'm in our (albeit sublet) apartment in San Francisco, perched on a table by the bay windows overlooking a park with two dedicated softball players training dutifully, husband soundly sleeping, and cats causing trouble in the kitchen. It's a moment of sweet stillness after months of travel, visits, and liveliness, but at the same time, so much anticipation hangs on this moment, it's almost palpable. Where will we find an apartment? Will I find a teaching job? Will Kei find his dream? Who will we meet? Was this the right choice?
In an indulgent way, I'm simply cherishing this quiet moment by myself. Reflection proves incredibly difficult when you're on the go (like I need to state that in the world of smart phones, wifi, and facebook...), and I just feel lucky to be sitting here with the freedom to take time considering how I feel about all the changes we've had in our lives these last few months. Certainty is too much to wish for, but so far I think we have a promising future here in sunny San Francisco (I can say that now, since the fog that covered my window an hour ago has passed and the sun just peeked out).
Good morning!
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