Content, happy and normal.
It’s early in the morning and I think I might be finally caught up on my sleep. I’m not sure though because I’m sitting here on the couch eating fried potatoes and drinking entirely too much coffee. Of course, this coffee is better than my normal coffee because it, like me, has been on an adventure.
My fabulous best friend of 17 years sent me coffee and other assorted sundries from Virginia. I know, I asked the same question: WHY did she send me stuff?
Because she wanted to and because she can. It’s kind of silly, but the coffee she sent me is the best coffee I’ve ever had and as I sit here sipping on it from the mug she sent me, I have to smile a little.
Recently, I sent a birthday gift to the precious one in England. Why? Because I wanted to and because I can. He was shocked I would send him something. He even said I didn’t have to and he’s partly right. I didn’t HAVE to, but I wanted to. For me, it’s a non-issue because I care about him and because we couldn’t be together for his birthday due to unforeseen circumstances, I wanted to do something nice for him to make up for it. It took me a week to get everything together. Once it was packed, I had to figure out how to get it to the post office, but I sorted that out as well and off it went on it’s merry way to England.
Well, his package arrived today which is his actual birthday. Since when does the post office ever deliver a birthday gift on the actual intended’s birthday? Seriously, I think this is the first time I have ever heard of that! To be honest, I couldn’t have asked for better since I can’t be there in person. Now I’m sitting here imagining him wandering around today with a big grin on his face and warm fuzzy feeling in his heart. Ahh..it feels good to do nice things for people you care about even when you aren’t there to see their happiness and joy in person.
So I’m awake, I’m eating and I’m happy. I am in Bethel, Alaska and I am as content as a cow in a pasture.
I love to travel and I love to work in a microbiology lab. I’ve worked the past 24 days in a row and should have collapsed by now, but I haven’t. I don’t know why that is exactly. Granted, I have been tired and I do feel exhausted lately, but just like everything else, it comes and it goes.
I have an apartment with laundry and a kitchen so I never really have to worry about my dirty panties or what I’m going to eat. I’ve moved into the bigger bedroom and have my own tv so when I want to be alone, I can be alone. We have internet service as well so I can stay in touch with civilization pretty much whenever I want. I get to have the mornings to myself as well, that is, when I don’t over sleep from exhaustion. My roommate has been working which has been nice because the nights are mine. I can cook, eat, watch tv, talk to the one in England that I so adore. Life is good.
Saturday is my ‘anniversary’. I’ve been here almost a month and it’s starting to feel normal. I have 9 weeks left, but haven’t started counting the days yet. I guess I’ll just enjoy my time here until I leave.
Which is where I find myself this morning: in the living room, drinking coffee and eating breakfast, content to be exactly where I am at this one particular moment.
I swear, life just doesn’t get much better than this.
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