Another early morning: honey almond & flax certain and in the local coffee shop by 8am. h and I spend the following two hours typing away at our computers, checking the boxes of our to-do lists, and drinking ‘cold press’ coffee (which is supposedly fancier than ‘iced coffee’). I feel behind on my coffee-lingo, but the coffee joint we went to today is flooded with locals who look like us: young professionals reading ‘The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao”, girls with pink hair sipping iced purple drinks, and flannel-clad boys with buns and hairy ankles.
We use the bus twice today: once to get downtown and once to return home, and don’t get lost. We’ve learned the tricks: get off the bus at 6th and SW Stark and get on at 5th and SW Washington. On the ride back, h tells me I’m the only one talking on the bus, and he’s not wrong; still figuring out whether silence is a rule or the result of single-party traveling.
Yesterday we travelled right to left, so today we travelled up and down, making sure we cover the full plane of the city. We walk into athletic clothing stores, bike shops, book stores, and antique furniture stores to ask if their hiring. h ends up with a grey workout tank, and we both end up with a list of places to apply tomorrow morning.
I get a letter from my school that says I’ve won a sum of money for a poem i’ve written, “In The Kitchen”, for best original poem. The extra money is a great stress-relief as I apply for part-time jobs and post on Facebook pages about my skill-sets (isn’t anyone looking for an english tutor for their child?).
Lunch was a treat: food carts lined the edges of three blocks. After deciding that we’re craving thai food we order thai food with chicken (6$) to split, and eat beneath a tree on steps of a cement park two blocks from the carts. We remembered to pack a baggie of baby-carrots in the morning, so enjoy those with our filling meal. We’re finding that the food carts and farmers markets are good places to buy lunch: a less-expensive and less-burdensome solution to lunch boxes of cold cuts. After two days, we’ve found that we can eat a days worth of food for 12$ each, plus the 3$ coffee we purchase for three-hours of productive time and wifi at our coffee shop of choice.
From lunch we walk two miles to one gym, only to decide to purchase a less expensive membership (112$ each for the summer on a family plan) at the gym we visited yesterday. We spend an hour adjusting to the weight room and flexing in the mirror, before leaving sweaty and happy to buy a loaf of bread and face-wash. h said it perfectly, “once I join a gym, I feel like I have routine some place”. Tomorrow we’re going to try out the pool (heated at 84 degrees) and perhaps purchase boxing gloves, a line of eight punching bags line a mirrored wall, and we’re always looking for new exercises to try.
After 5-6 miles of walking in the city, we head home to make the same dinner we had last night, and we’re in bed by 8pm.