Distractible

Here we are, finally settled into our town of Portland. We've done a very good job of exploring- the local bars, some cool hole-in-the-wall restaurants, best dessert places, fancy drinks and microbrews, walking and training, talking and singing, hanging out and letting it all hang out. We've done a good job, and now it's time for us to settle down and start our daily routines.

In Fresno, it seemed that our daily routine was overbearing, rude, almost caging- but necessary and soothing at the same time. I used to find great joy in looking at my schedule book (a routine sadly deserted since there is -literally- nothing in it anymore) and keeping all of our events and responsibilities in order. It was as though my identity was the controlling and managing of this schedule. Now, with the absence of school and two jobs... it seems that I am highly distractible.

Just the other day, within one day, I got a parking ticket, burned my arm on the iron, cut myself badly with my razor, and accidentally backed into someone else's car (didn't make a mark, luckily). It's almost as if I don't have enough on my brain! I need some stimulus. More than an awesome city and an apartment to decorate... I need some stability in my day. I need a routine! Who is this strange person talking? Rachel Roellke needs a - gasp- ROUTINE? She is the queen of flexibility, the princess of spontaneity- right? As it turns out, wrong!

I have come to a smooth conclusion this afternoon, while walking hand in hand with Eric to a local deli for lunch. We just moved here. A routine takes time to develop and tweak. Jobs take a while to find. In the meantime, I am going to focus on enjoying this freedom as much as I can.