Ex-Expat Day 17

It’s a strange feeling to sit in these coffee shops in the morning, watching people get their coffee, pastry, sandwich, tea, or whatever. Some stay. Some take their order to go. Some sit and read. Some are in a hurry. Some meet up with friends or colleagues. Some are by themselves.

I have nothing to do and no particular place to be. I’m killing time one cup of coffee at a time. I’m not on vacation, but I’m also not working. I’m in this weird transition period “between jobs” … or at least I hope I am. A few weeks ago, I lived on a different continent and in a different world. Now I’m starting over … again … in a different country.

My life right now can be characterized mainly as “hurry up and wait” … lots of waiting for all kinds of things. It’s a strange place, this “in between” … in between jobs, in between homes, in between lives. Everything is “in progress,” but nothing is ready. Everything is temporary, and everything can change by tomorrow, or next week, or next month.

In fact, many things will have changed by next month. But which things? When? In what order? How?

So for now, another cup of coffee. Killing some more time. Waiting. ☕️