Onion soup does not make me cry

Well, guess I have been so tremendously interested that I lost the track of time… It is been a month.

It is been a month, and no sight of a job.

Days, weeks passed by… I am unaware of it all; cooking, studying and writing, on what make myself busy and productive. So often, I found myself on a Friday morning, thinking it may be a Tuesday, or even a Wednesday morning instead. Always lost in thoughts, minding on my own business*, going out/sending e-mails with my résumé, and reading. Late night, I can hear the sounds around the house; the wood cracking, the wind passing through the trees outside.
Tonight, I made myself an onion soup. Simple and savory enough for the type of comfort I was looking for; chop-chop-chop**, sautéing, stirring, wait, grab the bowl, bread plus cheese. It is 1:27 am, and , as I type this brief letter, I am having this amazing warmth.
The house sleeps.
I do feel lonely here and there, even though most of the time (ninety-fiveish percent) it is not a bad loneliness-confusing-depressing-frustrating, but a nice felling of getting to know me better. To a better understand of the real meaning of patience, and exercising it.

So long!


* Pinterest.com
** “Bon appétit!”

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