I’ve been thinking a lot more about getting my butt out of Canada. There’s nothing wrong with the country, but I’m definitely not feeling the whole “living in a struggling city” thing. I’m not happy waking up where I am, and honestly… I want to spend more time outdoors in gardens, rather than concrete.
I get the fact that so many people move to the city, because that’s where the jobs are… and that’s where everything is happening… but I’m definitely thinking of moving in the direction of living in a beautiful suburb, where homes aren’t expensive and you have a garden where you plant your own little herbs and spices.
I’m missing England. I really enjoyed my time there, and I’m really thinking about moving. Of course, it’s going to take time, but I really do think that it’s a step in the right direction.
I’m happy with the jobs I’m working right now. It’s been hard balancing everything, but I’m getting a really good grasp of it all. I’ll probably just ride it out as long as I can and see what can potentially happen with everything, but also know that it’s a viable choice to move somewhere that satisfies other interests of mine. Especially if I move somewhere more affordable… that would definitely give me the time to sit and write everything I want to create. Plus, given the fact that I do most of my work while sitting outside, it might spark newer and brighter ideas.
Who really knows. But today I’m dreaming of moving and taking a break from working so hard for so many years to live in a city I don’t think I’d live in forever.