It worked for Noah

Keys? Yeah, I’ve got keys.

Yesterday the gang at Incidencia Democratica moved up in the world. Two floors, to be exact. We moved into larger offices on the fifth floor of our building.

We spent all day filling folders with files, boxes with books, and crates with coffee cups. We rolled posters, un-hung curtains, and detatched cables. We pushed and pulled, lifted and lugged, sweat and swore. Desks lost their drawers, cabinets lost thier contents, and I lost about 15 lbs. running up and down those stairs.

I like the new office. It’s far more spacious than the previous one, and now my desk has a view (well, I guess I had a “view” before, if you care to call a wall a view.)

I have to admit that the move has been somewhat disorienting for me. Since returning to Guatemala, less than three months ago, I have worked in two offices and lived in three apartments. Sometimes when I wake up, it takes me forever to remember exactly where I am. This is especially embarrassing if I’m at the office.

Late yesterday afternoon, though, having reconnected – literally and figuratively – with my surroundings, I glanced out the window and saw a rare rainbow draped across the city sky... and smiled.

“That,” I thought, “has got to be a good sign!”