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An Entry on Re-Entry

Unlearning To-Do List:Walking/Driving/Biking on the left hand side
Saying "Howzit?" instead of "How are you?"
Referring to things as "take away" instead of "to go"
Avoiding conversation with people on the street
Saying "cheers" instead of "bye." (I'm kinda letting this one linger)

Interestingly, a lot of my unlearning has to do with living in NYC rather than being in Cape Town.
Like being afraid to cross the street, weaving through people at high-speeds, expecting to find make-your-own to-go salads and fresh juice everywhere, and never going out because everything is so far away. Now even my brother is in close proximity. (!!)

Finding a job again is a huge pain but I managed to find a part time gig at Fireworks which i LOVE and which leaves room for after school tutoring (both with SMP and, hopefully, a paying math tutoring gig too). It also leaves me room for all the things I said I was going to do with my time off.

Also, it's nice to be back in my old apartment, not to mention living with my BF and my BFF in what is either to be known as Bike Union Local 101 or BOOM Haus. And the prolonged job search has meant that I get to spend the 16 hours a day where Joseph isn't working making up for the 50 weeks since I left for school (less a few wonderful vacays). Other than applying to jobs, I've spent the remainder of my time filling the refrigerator with jars of nettle tea, simple xylitol, cold-brewed coffee, green smoothies, and flavored water in an attempt to beat the sudden transition to Summer. Today, I'm trying to make my own Lara bars.

It's also nice to be reunited with my saxophone after a year. How hard it has been to relearn clarinet makes it easier to motivate to practice sax since ten years off an instrument really impacts your playing skills.

Upcoming, I need to embark on a catching up of phone calls, NSER updates, finding my own bike, and filling out my FAFSA (which maybe i did according to some confusing emails?).

In sum, I am so happy to be back in Seattle. This year looks like it will have a nice finish to it, seriously epic.

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