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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Don't Go Away Mad...

that's all right, that's ok...I just grabbed this song off the internet. I haven't heard it in a few years and it seems to fit with what I'm feeling this afternoon. My flight plans had to be changed (not by choice) and so I was bumped to an earlier flight. I'm all happy and everything that I get to go home a few days earlier but it means an overnight in a crappy little mining town and catching a bus to Sudbury the next morning.

But it's ok. I'm going to get there, no matter what.

Unless of course the plane doesn't leave for some reason, which could happen. Anything can happen in the North.

So, I have to scurry around this evening and pack up my essentials. I don't plan on taking a whole lot with me, but man....I will be bringing TONS of stuff when I come back. Body butter, 12 different kinds of shampoo, new make up, crazy paints, new sheets, etc. Ok, that stuff is on the list but most of it will likely be put in with the packing for the move.

The move is when I have a bunch of stuff that needs to come up to Nunavut. My employer pays for all shipping and handling costs. So I basically just gather up anything I want, leave it in a big pile and movers come and pack things and ship them to me in the North. So I'll be buying rugs, dishes and other household items that can easily be brought by the movers instead of me on a plane.

And let me tell you, I am looking forward to the shopping spree that will ensure once I am back in Ontario. Also, Rose and I are planning a day trip to the States next weekend. I will also be heading off to Kingston at some point to visit Sam. That will be fun. Many gin and tonics will be murdered during that period.

I just have to load up my iPod with some new music for my plane ride tomorrow, and figure out how to get both cameras, laptop, wires and some clothes into my backpack. It should work ok.

man, this music is making me so nostalgic.

Don't Go Away Mad - Motley Crue

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