I've discovered the 90s radio channel on Galaxie.
My ipod's playlist will be expanding exponentially over the next 3 weeks, no doubt.
Misheard Tea Party lyrics: "you surrender your underwear".
And now, off to Montreal for the day (snowshoes, iPod shopping, elfing for xmas).
Followed by food with Steph, at one of our favorite eating places.
Waskaganish needs a Thai resto.
For those not well acquainted with Val d'Or... not exactly a exciting, thrilling place. I'd love to write stories of prowling about town, panning for gold, but if there's any, it's buried under 3 feet of snow, and 1 foot of asphalt. And I didn't strike gold on the way down. I did, however, strike ice and snow, and occasionally realize I was driving on the wrong side of the road. I also saw the infamous Red Light and VD prostitutes. VD referring to the town, not the disease, to be sure.
I'm already sick of moving, after last night.. only to find out I have to rush on Sunday and Tuesday when free to get everything I need to send back up North packed and ready for the 23rd when the movers come. So much for practicing sax and bringing xmas gifts home. You can see how totally motivated I am to dig through and triage all my belongings, and pack them.
On a bright note: classes, school, DONE for me for 3 weeks. Will still be sorting out the math situation over the holidays. My first week back to work most of the kids are gone on their college orientation trip, making for an easy week, too.
I bought an iPod. You can all make snide comments. I caved in and finally went Apple. No, there will be no ipad, iphone, or ipod touch in my future, though.
Had a fairly good, fun last day in Waskaganish yesterday, for the most part. Last day before the holidays, I mean. Mixed feelings about returning in January.... going back til end of June for certain, but... mixed feelings about this. Mostly based on my uncertainty about teaching math, the whole first year teaching jitters (again! I thought I killed those when I taught at LaSalle College! but, alas, no....), uncertainty about someone, uncertainty about my ability to subsist 4 months without a break back home, uncertainty that my winter jacket is warm enough to prevent me from becoming a rather curly and frizzy haired snowperson.
Plane in... 8 hours. Home in... 10. With a Timmy's stop en route, bien sur.
I rediscovered a song from a year or two ago that I had on repeat in my car.
Feeling this song, a lot of it sums up how I feel about a lot of different aspects of my life right now...
Change- Daniel Merriweather
I've come to the conclusion that every time I drink apple juice, i feel queasy for a bit afterwards.
Considering that I *am* allergic to apples, in the raw form, this should be no surprise. very saddening, however.
On another note, I hate packing. It seems that my belongings have multiplied exponentially from the 1 box and 2 bags of luggage I came here with. But, considering I threw out a fair amount of clothing and have barely bought anything other than food in the past 4 months.... there's not much more there than there was.
I loathe carrying and moving boxes (and any other objects) more than packing.
Back to the boxes.
Departure for the xmas holidays in less than a week. 6 days to be precise, minus 2 hours. But who's counting?
I'd love to say that I have mixed feelings about going home, but as I'm in the process of packing, throwing out, and preparing boxes (moving across town in January), I have to admit, if I'm being honest, that I can't wait to get out of here.
It's an overwhelming feeling of just wanting to be home that grows as the departure time and date approaches; This week seems ridiculously long, stretching forever in front of me. In comparison to the past 4 months which have flown by for the most part. There were some stretches where I'll admit to compulsively checking how many days until Christmas; other periods where I had those "really? only 3 weeks left?" feelings.
I had originally planned to go home for good at Christmas. Lack of a job down south, and a good one up here changed those plans. I think I'm still getting used to the fact that, other than Goose Break in April, early January I'll be saying bye until late late late June. No Thanxgiving Break a month and change in to look forward to, this time. A little depressing.
Basically, my decision came down to being based on financial/job reasons. Nothing personal to anyone, here or there, but that's just how the cards played out.
I feel that my heart is in one place, but my reality is another. I'm sure eventually sometime during the inevitable deep freeze of January, they will merge together a little more cohesively than they are now.
