Ride Bike, Get Happy
I am having such a nice time riding from Altadena to Pasadena on the bike. I’ve been trekking up and down the hill for the last three days and feel like the richest kid on the planet. There’s time to breathe the air, to wave to grandmas, to talk to God, to count the palm trees on Mar Vista Avenue.
This morning I packed a skirt in my backpack and rode down to Fuller for an interview at the Writing Center. I arrived early and stealthily changed out of my sweaty clothes and put on something more interview-esque. I even had time to stick my nose in the roses near Stephan Hall. (They smell great, but desperately need water.)
I got the job. You may now call me an honorable “On-Call Editorial Assistant.” I feel like I deserve a beeper.
My new boss said it was very European of me to bike to my interview. That made me happy.
(Hand signals from Bike Miami Valley)