I’m working two jobs now, both part-time positions. One is substitute teaching, which can be nice depending on the role I sign up for that day, and the other deals with space, which is pretty awesome, especially since I’m working on a sci-fi novel now. I particularly like how it’s pushed me to research more and ask questions I wouldn’t have initially known to ask, like “How many people are going on the Mars mission?”
Oh, and did you know we’re going back to the Moon, and then we’re planning on building a space station that orbits it called Lunar Gateway? Super exciting stuff.
If you couldn’t tell, I really like my job, which is such a change from working retail. I may not work as many hours as I did—not yet anyway. I’ll be pushing for full time. But I am super passionate about what I do, which has helped the transition from Europe back to the States be all the more bearable.
I used to feel robbed
by the way the night crept in
and stole my light—
my time to tend my plants,
time to read in the warmth
of the sun.
But now, I see the stars
The light is still here
if I take the time to look for it—
to spot the International Space Station,
to let the land rest,
to read in the warmth
of the fire.
Let’s chat! What did you think of the poem? What’s your take on nighttime?
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