My current life, in a way, is a continuation of old days-getting up late, playing with computer till afternoon and then brushing my teeth and washing my face, and preparing dinner. This happens one or two days in a week when I work from home. Yes, I am lucky to find a job that encourages remote working. And even better, I am able to continue my research and apply it in real business. I feel blessed.
On the other side of the coin, there are things in change. It’s a real job-I got to drive on highway, talk to people over phone about business, search topics in mind for chitchat when bumping into coworkers in the hallway or kitchen, and try not to ask what words like RFP (Request for Proposal) or EOD (end of day) mean when hearing them the first time (they will reveal themselves with the time being).
If old habits die hard, new ones are even harder to acquire. There is hardly a day pass without me looking for car key, cell phone, keycard, security key or glasses before leaving home for office. I just figured out where to put car key and my keychain when getting out of my car is the most efficient-so I don’t have to search them all over when remotely locking the car and later scanning my keycard in the elevator, while carrying my laptop and lunch bag (I wonder how successful career woman manage to look fabulous walking into the lobby with the seemingly very light brief-case or tiny Coach bag).
We become homeowner, learning painful lesson every day- heating oil, leaking deck, crazy blackberries, and, surely, never-ending bills. We come to feel deeply sorry for our previous landlords back to Buffalo and Pittsburgh who had to pay heating bill for us. Our daily conversations consists more and more of domestic topics and it makes me wonder if owning a house is start of plebeian life (in mind).
I find myself hard to concentrate. I am juggling among a lot of things, and often in dilemma of to be or not to be: the Genealogy of Morals or Wall Street Journal? French Suites or Pyxml? Life is so short, time is so little; however, there are so many moments spent on deciding what to do at the moment. I guess that’s a typical symptom of transition period.