She is a lovely, sweet young Korean woman named Michelle (not her real “Canadian” name). We met this evening and I immediately got a good feeling about her, in large part because she likes my dog. And in small part because she hates bugs. She would fit right in here!
But first, the requisite back story.
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.”
For as long as I am able to recall, September has marked for me the true beginning of a new year. A fresh start. A time to begin something, perhaps even reinvent myself. Anything is possible: good, bad, and just about everything in between. It is the point from which a new path may be taken and old baggage may be left behind, or at least those parcels that no longer serve me.
“Where are you from?” It’s usually the first question I ask when I meet someone new. I was once told that in some cultures it is rude to ask this; it hasn’t stopped me yet. But it’s not enough for me to merely know the “where” of a person, and so what usually follows, time permitting, is by far my favorite question to ask: “How did you get here?” In my experience, it is the best way to get to know a person.
On Thursday I will become the proud owner of an upright piano, a refugee from my boss’ imminent move.
It may be worth mentioning that I do not play piano, nor does my daughter…yet. I did at least have the presence of mind to arrange piano lessons for my daughter.
Did I mention that I live in a small basement apartment?