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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.

I like to think there are certain things I can put up with. Actually, since moving here I've found that my tolerance for waiting and patience has risen dramatically. Where I used to fuss and get cranky at power outages, I now merely shrug and light some candles. It's nice that my candles are both pretty and functional. And I mean that in a completely non-Martha Stewart way.

But today has been an odd day. It's been the kind of day where you get good news, and lots of it, but it's like double edged in disappointment in some way. For instance, when I heard from my supervisor that I can now take the time off as planned in December to go home for Christmas, I was happy. But not so happy when I realised I would have to change the plane tickets *back* to their original dates at an added cost of 500 dollars.

Then, a job I had applied for (read: dream job) with no real hope of actually getting in for an interview. I don't mean that in a low self-esteem way, just being realistic as there are tons of people way more qualified than I am to take that position. In any event, I get a message and an email asking that I take part in the 2nd round of the interview process. I'm happy, and excited. So I call the guy back, then he tells me that yes there is a large pool of qualified applicants in the B.C area already from which they will likely hire someone, but that he would like for me to participate (if I still wanted to) to see where it went. So, I get to partake, but only until I get shot down in one of the rounds of the interview. Cool, but you kinda see where that is going :)

I took this the other night. A paper lantern that I have hanging in my living room. Like some kind of bohemian love-nest. Yeah. Right.
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But no fear, dear beauties, I still have my cranky side. I've spent so much time on the phone with the airlines, that the operator I'm talking to is now familiar with my sighs andmoans of frustration. I don't understand, so early in the season *why* it's so difficult for them to put together the itinerary I had...from FOUR days ago.






I'm still on hold.
ugh.

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