Life is beautiful.
I’m a five job lady right now: office work, research with prof., theatre volunteering, babysitting (or nannying I suppose, as it’s a regular schedule), and now, cat sitting.
Here’s what I love about living in Morris for the summer: I’m nannying for two philosophy professors, and cat sitting for a political science professor. Furthermore, the political science professor told me she’s put in a good word for me to the Chancellor, who also has cats. And a Rottweiler.
Here’s what else I love about Morris: it’s ideal for bike travel. I always suspected that cars are the ticket to freedom: they’re fast, they can go long distances without wearing out, and they’re safely enclosed. I was wrong. There’s just something about biking around, using your own steam to get to work or to the grocery store. There’s something (forgive me) about the wind in your hair, the bugs in your nostrils, the burn in your calves that is utterly exhilerating.
Here’s the third thing I love about Morris: On my bike ride home, I was standing on the pedals, huffing up a hill, when two shadowed figures loomed in the twilight. They were lurking in the middle of the sidewalk, and I didn’t have time to veer off. Fearing that I was about to be mugged, and mentally clinging to Mac, who was sheltered in my backpack, I bravely hurtled forward.
And then I realized that the shadowed figures were two fellow juniors and English majors.
We spent the following twenty minutes discussing everything from Irish history, to street performing (look for us on YouTube. Search “Yoko Ono Stomp”), to Natalie Portman.
Then I rode the rest of the way home, muttering “I think I can I think I can” all the way up the last big hill. And I thought about the fact that I worked nine hours today (split between three jobs), and that somehow, the best endings always close the longest days.
Life is beautiful, friends. Enjoy it.