Meditation Day 12 – 12 minutes
Day 21
I walked by the Hoppin House as I was leaving my favorite gluten free bakery last year. It is available this time around. They were able to find me a bed, by moving rooms few times. My first time getting my own place instead of staying at my Aunt’s. It feels better, this neighborhood. The space I have to myself. I know my way around this neighborhood. Comma cafe, Rabbit House. Holly. I like the vibe. Walkway next to a little creek, with shops all around.
I am different this time around. Here for 12 days, planning get-togethers in advance. Working during South African hours, instead of walking aimlessly, as I did for five months during the sabbatical in Korea.
I am comforted by the familiar space and comfort of a local bank account, apps that work, and friends and family I can connect with. The most perfect trip yet.
I come downstairs from the third floor to the second floor. To eat an apple and write this love letter to familiarity.
“Hi, my name is Andres, from Chile. I am working remotely for six months and need to find a new job because they are finally making me come back to the office. I will be in Japan in August.”
He reminds me to be grateful for my remote work arrangement. That I could have flown over the 4-day weekend to work the 4 days, and do the same next week. I am happy to have work, and people to keep me accountable. To be grounded.
What a day getting my face taken care of, more shopping, and dinner. I come back to continue to write and do work after.
The external monitor doesn’t turn on. Andres is working his Chilean hours, and he wiggles the cable. “Muchas gracias”.
Seoul, Korea. HongDae. The roads, the apps, the people. It is nice to be in a familiar and safe place. Yet, the sky looks different. Further away and I don’t know… familiar yet foreign.
P.S. When you have someone cheering you on, it’s easier to cross the finish line.
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