Since my arrival in the city, there had been a sense of impermanence surrounding me. Temporary apartment, temporary contract jobs, temporary moments, almost as if I had been waiting for life to start.
And now, I find myself settling into routine, biking to work, making friends, and enjoying life. It's nice.
But then, on Tuesday night, I heard an incredibly talented jazz singer perform two of my favourite jazz standards*, and I felt myself become temporary once more. My apartment has yet to right itself after my recent move, and a lack of groceries doesn't help.
*Gee Baby, Ain't I Good to You, and Why Don't You Do Right? And not to worrry folks, the monkeys will be back soon.