I moved Sunday. My life is again full of boxes and wondering where everything is and applications and running around even more than usual.

I’m writing this from a coffeeshop near my house next to a conversation between two women, one who is jobless and getting a pep talk from the other. They’re trying to figure out how to live their lives and balance everything and how to dance that dance we all are doing trying to keep our heads above water.

And I’m trying not to eavesdrop but entranced by the remembrance that even though we constantly distance ourselves, we are all so very much the same.