The Poetist

I almost forgot to tip when I paid my bill at a restaurant tonight. Luckily I was chatting with people at the bar and I remembered before I left. It’s been quite a while since I had to leave a tip.

I’ve had a lot of driving firsts – my first freeway. My first freeway at night. A few days ago I had my first night driving in heavy rain. Taking the utmost caution I gripped my steering wheel squarely in the 10-2 position, and drove about 30mph (in a 35 zone) up a hill. Thankfully there was no one behind me, as I’m sure the driver would have been very frustrated.
My parking is terrible. No matter how many times I pull back to try to straighten up it inevitably looks like I swung in, in a hurry. I have yet to back in or parallel park… Maybe I can avoid doing that for the next 80 or so years?

I’m getting used to a different email cycle. Due to the time difference if I was going to get email I usually received it all by the time I woke up. Most of the people who sent me email were in America and their day was ending around the time that mine began. Here I don’t necessarily have anything when I wake up but it comes throughout the day. It’s something to get used to.

I’m still re-orienting myself. My dad moved across town while I was gone, so things that used to be far are now convenient, and vice versa. That has compounded the experience of re-acclimating to life in the U.S. and at home. In addition, all my things from the previous place were packed up in boxes so after I unpacked my suitcases I started in on the boxes. I’m almost done.