Yesterday was quite the day. I picked Joe up from work at 10:30 on the dot. We headed to East Los Angeles to pick up his birth certificate for his birth certificate. When we got there we found that the line was quite long and outside. Weird right? At the recorders office we all stood in a line outside with a security officer letting people in. I am not sure if the officer’s presence was a reflection of out of hand people get at the recorders office, the neighborhood we were in, or what. As we waited in line, I recieved an email from my school district’s human resources department. There was a job I had been selected to be interviewed for (they had tried to call, but my phone voicemail inbox was full.) I was thrilled. I called immediately as the my heart rate was elivated and I could fill the excitement consume me. That excitement soon turned to panic and fear. Yes, the interview was on the Monday after the Sunday we are supposed to fly to Seattle. I am not sure if it is the ADD or my inability to deal with change, but I had a tough question set before me. I texted anybody that I though might have insight. But, they knew, as I did, it was not their decision to make. So, I made it. The interview will be on Monday. Joe will still fly out Sunday morning, without me. I am terrified of flying, however I suppose I must learn to fly on my own. I will be flying out of Monday after my interview. I am so excited, but the same time a little sad that everything didn’t work out the way I had hoped. Joe, of course, is being wonderful. He is always at his best when I am at my worse. He is looking at it from a positive perspective and being generally wonderful. He claims he will be miserable without me and will sit in the hotel room awaiting my arrival. I know this shouldn’t make me happy, I should hope for him to be out exploring and experiencing new things. I do want that for him. It just feels good to be wanted.
After Joe got his birth certificate we were on the way to Localita and the Badassarie! It is a dive whole in the wall restaurant with really tasty food truck style food. The think I really like about “dive” places is that they usually are inhabited by people of the fringes of society. They are the octagonal begs that don’t quite fit in the square hole society has constructed. Localita is definitely this kind of place. The guy who works there remembers us from 3 months ago and asks how we have been doing. He chats with a bicycle messenger who is from Georgia similar to his pre-med girlfriend who is sitting next to us in a fun outfit that screams I like to be different. We gobbled our food up, secretly wishing for seconds, but knowing better, then we were on our way. I stopped at a little boutique to grab a necklace. Unbeknownst to me I left my card there. We spent the next 30 minutes navigating to a Vegan Donut shop, or so we thought. When we arrived they only had a limited selection and the service was lack luster. However, that was the point I had realized I left my card. When I returned to retrieve it, the owner was so kind and had even called the bank to inform them that he had my card. As soon as we retrieved the card it was time to head home.
I was excited to get home because a friend, and my hairdresser (one in the same), had coordinated Wednesday volleyball at the local park with sand courts. We rushed home to make it. We barely made it with 40 minutes left. Everyone welcomed us and we had so much fun! We were both so surprised with how good we felt mentally and physically after our volleyball festivities. We headed home, jumped in the shower, and slept better than we had in a long time.
Tired from our little walk.
Listening to the hum of the air conditioner.
The vibration of Emer’s purr on my leg.
Painting my nails.
Indy music fills the air.
Joe asleep next to me.
Happiness consumes me.
I want to hold onto this forever.