I was talking to my sister last night about the new job. She asked me if I was going to be in my own office and I told her "No. I'm in a cubicle... of sorts."
"You're a cube?" she said.
"That's right. I'm in a cube."
"No, no, no. You ARE a cube. People who work in cubicles are cubes."
This morning on the train I decided to switch on my Rhonda-esque MiniDisc player and rock out to Aphrodite. I turned up "Summer Breeze" as I was crossing the street heading up to work. As the lofty pipes of the songstress hit that high note, a breeze swept across my path and made me feel like someone planned the scene.
She said today that it was unreal.
This whole experience is unreal.
After wanting this life more than anything for as long as I can remember, having it all is quite difficult to grasp. Besides all that, this experience is changing me already. That is enough to make me more grateful than the cracked soil of the African plain for the wet season's first rains.
Metaphorical vs. Metaphysical
...think about it.