This past weekend I went home to clean up my old bedroom in anticipation of moving back home for a week. Not much was accomplished, however I did get to see my family. I'm hoping fairy cleaners (mom and dad) will clean up before I arrive back to the nest? Wishful thinking?
The car...I received the title to my car in the mail today. I have the car posted on craigslist and a sign up at work. I really should put a sign on the car too. I guess I'm dragging my feet. (I really like the car)
Contract work...is a little more complicated than I thought. I thought it would just be a matter of me negotiating an hourly rate and submitting my hours. Nope. My company only does this for contractors who have steady work, rather than a per project basis; they don't want to be negotiating over 600 single contracts, rather they go though a sort of temp agency (middleman). (*gromble*) I'm assuming this means less money in my pocket and money being caught up in between. I was in contact with a man today who is sending me contact info and information, but the email I received is all corporate speak. I'll have to decode it tomorrow when my brain isn't as tired. I'll be sure to take my corporate decoder ring to work.
emotions...I'm still very excited to start my journey. I must admit that I am now a little freaked out about the short amount of time I have here. It's this week and than two more weeks until I move back home. My last week in the states will be my week living at home. I don't want to make any plans for that week, I just want to spend the time with my family. So, I have this week which is half over and two more weeks. That is crazy!!! I'm trying to absorb and appreciate everything around me.
Salsa binge...I went salsa dancing 3 times last week and tonight will make it 3 times for this week. I can't get enough, it's my passion, my addiction. It's not all about the dancing itself, it's so much more. I didn't realize until recently that I built a social salsa circle for myself. I get greeted by the bouncer as soon as I walk in the door, no more ID is needed, instead I get a kiss on the cheek and a friendly smile. It only takes the time for me to put on my shoes until I get asked to dance by one of my favorite salseros. The music feels warm, tropical, happy and passionate. The embrace feels close, often smells good (like man), and the look is deep. With that said I need to go get ready for salsa tonight.