You’ll be proud to hear I’ve started setting my alarm clock again. I now wake up every morning at 9 a.m., read for a little while, and brew a cup of coffee. Sometimes I roll around on the floor and cry about my lack of income, but generally I’m calm, cool and collected. I’ve even started walking Maggie’s dog for beer money.
I’ve applied to two different freelance positions. I have a large project in the works with a few good buddies. But here’s my general plan:
If I don’t have a viable income by the time my EI runs out, and if I don’t get my other projects off the ground, I’ll go teach in South Korea or Japan. I had planned for Busan anyway, and I already have an amazing recruiter connection.
My other ideas are either moving to Halifax or Montreal. The vote is in favour of Montreal, where I know nobody, where I don’t speak French, and where I’m unsure of the job market. I kinda like that.
The other is Halifax where I have more friends than I can handle and I’m also closer to home.
So I did the only thing reasonable.
I bought a one-way ticket to Halifax.
August 26th I leave, with no definite return date. I’m not moving, though. I need a change of scenery, and a change of pace. Although as soon as I posted my status on Facebook, my friend replied, â€œI’m flying in the next day, drinks?â€
Ah, can’t escape the love.
Basically, I’m unsure if I’m ready to leave St. John’s. Halifax, Montreal…baby, if you want me, make an offer. It’s hard to face the fact I may never experience a front-yard view like this again.
Oh yeah, did I mention The National Post identified me in an article? I shit you not. It’s right there, at the very bottom, just scroll down. No, further. FURTHER. Now I have to get my ass in gear to put together this film before Tuesday, and I don’t have the slightest freaking clue what to do.