Making plans. They fall together like loosely knitted stitches on a hand made scarf. Warm and wooly, for the winter. This pleases me.

I type this in my soon to be non-bedroom. Meaning, I've been offered a new job, back home in Ontario. Well, not really 'back home' but given the amount of traveling I've done the past couple of years for work, to go back to my home province to work is like going back home (in my mind). The job itself is a step up in level and responsibility, as well as something I've always wanted to be involved in. And it's in my chosen field.

For the first time as an adult, I'll be living in the same city as my father and my youngest sister. I'm looking forward to the piano lessons I will take, as well as the guitar lessons I will squeeze out of my dad :)

Just a couple of weeks to go here in Hay River, then it's a jump into the cockpit of my car and away I go...onto the ever bidding highway of my life.


Can't wait to see what happens next.

Labels: life experience, moving, new job, travelling, work

 

Interesting developments growing in my life. I'm not really sure how things are going to play out. I'm looking at change. Always looking for the next rock.

Other new things happening: one of my best friends is expecting her baby any second now. Another is enjoying her job and boyfriend, content with how her landing has worked out. Bailey still follows me around the house like a lost soldier.

I have this unique ability to cut my work life (apart from some aspects) off from my private life. It's odd, now that I think about it. Discussion with others in the profession, we've come to the conclusion there is no major research on this topic. I'm sure one of us decided to file that idea away for future thesis ideas.

I love my work. It keeps me busy, it's interesting. It's always the same thing, but it's completely different no matter where I go. I think that is in part what keeps me looking at new places. Because it might be so great to work there. In the field that I do.

Long telephone convo tonight with Sam. Fun times. My old black rotary telephone might be failing because I apparently sound muffled. I am eagerly awaiting a baby pink rotary phone to arrive in the mail. I love the nostalgia, and the cheesiness.

Hawksley Workman has announced a new tour. It sounds like the usual places, which is good because I am familiar with some venues. I keep missing him, though. Haven't seen him in years.

Then Sam pointed me in the direction of the above photo.
Feels a bit like home, maybe.





Photo Courtesy of Trevor Weeks.