The things on my desk right now are my camera, my phone, my ipod, a post it note with a lawyer's number on it and the word "accident," a precious card from my friend Bethany, and a black mocha stout that I just finished along with a slice of veggie pizza from Whole Foods. The pizza guy was a little sloppy and gave me a slice too big for the box which made the pizza stick out and that irritated my perfectionist tendencies. It also made the top of the box come open in the car which was kind of annoying.
I think the highlight of the weekend, amidst the trying times of orchestrating life without a car, was when I left my brother's apartment this morning to walk to Starbucks and a random cabdriver said, "Excuse me lady, do you speak Spanish?" I think I probably scared him with how excitedly I ran to the car, "Si!" I practically shouted. Apparently his client didn't speak English and he needed to get to Cary. I think I helped them at least figure out what two roads were involved in the destination and what the name of the apartment complex was. I feel like that small incident was just a reminder of how much I love the Spanish language and how much I want to be using it right now. Watching telenovelas isn't cutting it. Maybe that's what life is. A main question with a vague answer and then a continuous journey of trying to reach the destination.
