Ah paradise, you are my Shangri La, the place where there are no worries, food is plentiful, play no work, and I will never get old.
Who am I kidding? Not you I hope.
The food is not free. The housing isn’t either. And there are chores to do.
Thanks to my neighbor monopolizing the washer/dryer – I get to experience Laundromat in Paradise.
The only difference to the laundromats of my past is – it is an open air laundromat. The temperature inside is the same as outside, unless you are standing next to the dryers.
The machines are the same as when I lived in Rogers Park and went every weekend with my mother to the laundromat on Howard east of Western Ave.
Today I am reminded of that time. When the dryers take all your quarters.
Today I am reminded that life happens wherever you live. The ups, the downs, the beauty, the ugly.
Unless you modify your definition of paradise – you will never find it. It will always be a fantasy because there is always dirty laundry to wash.
Living and working in paradise has its perks. One is walking on the beach at sunrise. But a downside is I spend about 50+ hours per week working including commute time. I typically am out of the house before 8 a.m. and back by 6 p.m. Sunrise is currently around 6:25 a.m. and sunset around 6:14 p.m. This doesn’t leave me much time to enjoy the sun.
What if I told you that on top of working in paradise, I also have to do homework in paradise.
Yes, it was my wise plan to begin an MFA program in creative writing the same year I applied for a rotational assignment at my agency’s lab in Hawaii.
I squeeze most of my homework in on the weekends. But I need at least 2 hours per day during the week to read, write, or contribute to online discussions.
Writing in Hawaii just isn’t the same as in Seattle. The biggest things I miss are my study buddies… My cats – who either walk across my keyboard while I’m trying to write, curl up on my lap while I’m reading, or just hang out in my office.
P.S. All my gifs come from giphy.com 🙂
Time to celebrate the passing of week one. I moved to a new place, made it my own, and started my temporary assignment for work.
I have met beautiful people and have the most beautiful commute to work – 20ish minutes up then down the H-3 through Jurrasic park looking mountains (because it was filmed here).
Cheers to week one! I’m eating an Uncle Bob’s Lilikoi ice cream sandwich! I heart passionfruit!