I know I'm going to be fucked by staying up so late (or early) and writing this. But as those who suffer from writer's block and a rather busy life know, you have to give in when inspiration strikes.
First up, a few updates on my life.
I got in to my dream program and I'll be heading to great, big, frozen north shortly before my birthday - that would be mid-April. A little over a month. Finally, going to the one country I've been dreaming about for months, doing the Master's I've been wanting to do and being with the man I love. I must have done something right the past few months (or even in a past life if that floats your boat).
Speaking of my man, SB reads my blog. Yup, my first ever main squeeze that reads this space. It just felt right telling him about it. Although this is quite a public forum to be maintaining a slightly private diary, there has been some privacy in anonymity. Plus, despite all the raunchy posts, there have been many things I don't write about here.
Being with SB has made me feel far safer than anyone. Even P never read this. I may have mentioned that I wrote a blog, but he never asked, and I never volunteered giving the URL. There was a part of me that still didn't feel safe - and sure enough I was right. I doubt he'd be too pleased reading about everything I'd written about, especially in the last few months.
But I digress. I suppose having a long-distance relationship, even for a while, really helps in getting to know a person. You spend time talking and learning new things about the person. Plus with him, things seemed to just click. Despite our incredibly contrasting lives and experiences - him having a rather happy, secure life versus my rather colorful and checkered past - we complement each other so well. He wanted to know more about me, and I told him whatever I could. But my memory does get pretty lousy and after telling him quite a few doozies that aren't documented in my blog, he still stuck around. So, my gut didn't object much when I thought about handing him the key to a diary containing over four years of my life - the good, the bad and the very ugly.
And he's still around. Which is a good sign isn't it?
He understands why I blog. Rather than being judgmental about the content, he listened. If anything, reading it made us closer (I hope). He wants me to continue writing.
On the work-front, I gave my 30-day notice earlier in the month and my last day will be on the 31st. I can't wait to quit - I'd been looking for an opportunity and getting in to the program worked quite nicely. We launched on the new platform and our website looks really good. But in terms of the working environment, it's been getting more and more toxic. Whether it is my patience dwindling or the fact that I'm surrounded by incompetence and blatant favoritism and racism, I'm glad I'm leaving now. I am grateful to my boss and the company that gave me great opportunities as a fresh grad, but the company no longer exists and the person who hired me is no longer around. It is time for me to move on. More bitching later.
I got my house sorted out in London (again Ontario, not UK). Yes, in this part of the world, I have to keep saying London ONTARIO and asked dumb questions like:
"How can London be in Canada?"
"But I thought you said Canada?"
"Do you pay in dollars or in pounds?" (yes, someone actually asked me that)
All that's left is complete my last few days at work, get my visa sorted out, pack my stuff and sell my car. Anyone interested in a 2003 Echo?
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