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I'm still very, very distantly glad I took a dive and tried making a big jump... but I want to go home and have wanted to go home for, say, 6 months now?
I am sure it's a lovely province. My problem was I got very aggressively stuck in a town of 2,000 with nothing even remotely accessible. The only place with ANY employment options is a Subway. I was humored into thinking I could get into construction until I clued in my potential employer is a chauvinist who would never be able to 'find room' for me.
And I lost my wallet. So of the last 8 months I got to work for one of them before realizing I couldn't get the adequate ID to work.
And my boyfriend's boss is a who needs to go and pays partially and much less frequnetly than he should, and people keep borrowing money we don't have and even the summer is cold as hell, 'warm' days are 15 degrees
And nobody knows how to pay bills on time and I'm getting fat and
No bike trails or paths and only get to head into a town once every month or two
Well, it's been horrible.
Returning to Ontario in September at the latest, shooting for sooner.

Well, I feel a little better for rambling. I am STILL sketching and working on art for what it's worth, but the scanner is covered in pop cans and a mouldy container of V8 I would rather not touch.
I will mass upload some art when I get home. I PLOMISE!
(Nah really... I promise.)

]]> ~Sevyn http://Sevyn.deviantart.com/journal/21233568/ http://Sevyn.deviantart.com/journal/21233568/ Thu, 30 Oct 2008 14:33:21 PDT
I decided to go on a small shopping expedition (for fun I guess?) and started heading up the street towards the mall. I ended up getting kind of lost in thought while I walked and, being OCD as I am, I checked my pockets every few minutes to make sure everything was where it should be. I walked by construction workers and an old man sweeping leaves behind a small store.

Probably about a minute past them, I patted my pockets again. I quickly realized that my money was gone.

I definitely panicked more than a little. It was a windy day and this only heightened my anxiety. I quickly skimmed the area around me for any sign of my money - no such luck - before running across the street again.

A little ways down the sidewalk, I saw a $10. I felt slightly better as I followed the direction the wind was blowing. It led me back the the old man. I got his attention and partway through my explanation, he smiled and pulled out a disgruntled handful of money - the rest of it - and my bank statement.

We talked for a minute - well, really, I just thanked him more times than was necessary - and I pressed a $10 into his hands with yet another thank you before putting the money in a safe spot in my coat this time.

There was no reason for him to give me my money back. He could just as easily have pocketed it and just considered it a good day. Let it be a lesson to all us pessimists out there that there really are still good people out there.

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