wander, woman

Sometimes I wonder if someone will ask me what I've been doing in 2020. And assume I lost my job, or I didn't do "much" because don't know-- I'm just scared of the fact people are going to hold me accountable for my low productivity in terms of career progression. I have to apply for studentship next year, and they might ask me why I didn't do anything related to my goal of getting hired for one this year. Harsh, but possible. It's as if it's a sign of desirability, to have been able to 'rise' through this unprecedented times by doubling productivity. You see, I did try. I tried looking for something to keep myself engaged, just so I don't lose that connection. I had a couple of almosts, but nothing really materialised. Past mid year now, and I will still try.  I home schooled my kids this entire time. My son, who is P3 this coming September knows how to multiply using the fingers method. My daughter, incoming JK, can write her name and...

My son found a friend in our floor by the name of Raymond. Okay, so I probably misheard that. Bloody language barrier. This scooter riding little boy about 2 years ahead of A likes to wave every time he sees us. He's a bit of a snoop too. Raymond has a scooter and a bike, one of which he'll ride towards our end of the floor. I swear A will be getting those too, when the right time comes so for now it's just a matter of amusement, seeing him get all excited with Raymond and his toys. The husband and I have this running joke of A befriending our Block's pint-size bully, giving him the immunity of the neighborhood. haha. Actually, he's done that already. I don't know, he finds odd-looking people cute. This kid on our floor is far from looking like a bully, he is just too damn charming. He visits A everyday, late afternoon. No kidding. Even if A acknowledges his presence (reads: tries to grab him, even chase him on the scooter) or not. One day I decide...