For three years during my twenties, I lived in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Over the time I was there, I worked at four different jobs, all with their special challenges. I lived in five different apartments, each with their own quirks. It was a funny time that I look back on with a lot of fond memories. Some of the memories are also a bit surreal and when I think of them, I struggle to reconcile them with reality as I now understand it, but the events made their own kind of sense at the time.
One of the apartments we lived in didn’t really have walls. Continue reading
I take public transit. One thing I really like about this mode of transportation is that while I’m on that boat, there’s nothing I need to do. Sometimes I read, sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I nap, and sometimes I just sit there and think.
I try not to think about practical things. I mean sometimes, yes, dinner plans get mixed up in there, or coming up with a solution for some work problem. But those sorts of things occupy my “on” time, and I consider my daily commute to be my “bonus” time, so I try to keep these thoughts out.
This is me, pretending to be thinking. I thought I'd add it for illustrative purposes.
Instead, I like to imagine little scenarios wherein I am impressively capable or ecstatically happy in some way. Some of these are more realistic that others, but they all make me smile. Here are some of my favourites: Continue reading