Today

James typifies the kind of dude I might meet at home: software engineer, too stressed out by his job, too tired to go out and find hobbies. Except he did. He was into ballroom dancing back in Cupertino. Then he chucked it all and moved here to teach. He’s doing it in a totally different way than me, though. He’s getting his Teaching English as a Foreign Language certificate, spending three months in a program. I hadn’t had the money to do that, true, but it was something else as well. I was so used to sneaking in the back door that I couldn’t imagine using the front entrance. Nothing I did was the right way.