I’m taking a break from cleaning to write from my new desk, the first new desk I’ve had in a long, long time.
It’s simple, black, utilitarian. But my posture is better as I sit here and type, and that’s a pretty big deal.
It only took eleven months of daily writing for me to figure out that maybe hunching over a coffee table wasn’t exactly doing my back any favors.
There’s a new rug underneath the desk to keep the softwood floors from scratching.
My sheets and comforters are fresh and clean, and I went to eat a nice bowl of hot pho while they were in the dryer, along with a pork bahn mi.
There’s still the kitchen and the bathroom to attend to, but thankfully they won’t take very long.
Then it’s bedtime, a time which can’t come soon enough. Six days in a row of grinding it out in the taxi was a bit much, and while I promised myself this time last year that I was going to slow it down in 2013, all this working has been for a good cause.
I’m working a ton so that I can chill a ton, as I’ve scheduled a week and a half off of work during December. I couldn’t let my friend come visit and work the whole time – it’s not the kind of visit a first-time visitor deserves, and besides, it’s a vacation for me too. I’ve pretty much been hustling since me and the lady parted ways and I need a break from the madness for a little while.
Knowing that I’m going to be in my hometown with my family for the first time in seven or eight years has definitely helped steady me these last couple of weeks, hell – it’s helped steady me the past couple of months. I booked the flight in July and it’s been a load off of my mind ever since, knowing that I’m going to be back in a place full of relatives and friends for the holidays instead of driving a taxi around, scratching my balls due to a lack of business.
I’m grateful to have somewhere to go, as well as a self-employed hustle that I can take leave from to go spend a little time with my loved ones who aren’t in San Francisco.
I’m grateful for the money I’ve socked away this year, some of which will allow me to not worry about my bills while I’m spending money instead of making it.
And I’m grateful that a friend of mine decided to jump on a plane and force me to take a little vacation in my own city.
I’ve fucking needed it.
So while I still have a little energy left in me before bed, I’m going to go scour the tub, scrub the toilet, give my kitchen floors a little once over with the Pine-Sol and take a nice hot shower.
And drink a cup of tea.
After all, I can’t be getting too worn down or I’m liable to get sick.
And no one wants to be sick on vacation.
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