Homeless and wandering about the country - Will I ever have a home? ...
So I've been out of camp 21 days... I picked my sister up from the airport the evening I got in. We did a 6 day road trip through the Okanagan looking for a home for me. Nada. Nothing to buy, nothing to rent. Well, nothing I'd want to spend any time in.
Then I spent 2 weeks looking in the Fraser Valley, with the same results.
I am staying with my ex (he's been very kind), but it's time to move on. So I was forced to look in Van-bloody-couver and I've only seen all sorts of places not fit to put your animal into. This one guy leered at me, pawed my shoulder and asked if I had a boyfriend, and oh yes, he liked my "skirt". Ick ick and double ick. Yeah, I do, he's 6'2" and is a boxer, d'ya mind?
Then tonight a g/f calls and tells me about a place up for sublet for CHEAP ($550/mo) for 3-4 months - yes! Just have to meet the woman and see if that works out.
And on to ...
Working - will I ever be doing that again? ...
Went to a conference in Calgary a week or so ago with a g/f and got to stay with my son and his lady for 3 days (that was just a bonus!), and two things happened:
1. Made some great connections for work
2. Met a really nice man (went to Uni with my g/f) who is coming to visit me this weekend.
So, work this year is weird because of the market. If the Juniors hadn't raised money last year for this one, good luck!! And apparently there's a plethora of cooks, dammit. I have an edge because the people I know have referred me, which gets me in the door, but... sigh.
I've got enough money saved to last the rest of the year, but that's not my idea of a life, so I've been calling, emailing, reminding people I'm alive and back, pounding the pavement, and hitting up all my friends for contacts. I LIKE working. Several irons in the fire but who knows what will transpire? And more importantly, when?
So basically, I'm just kinda hanging around, visiting friends, shopping for clothes (lost a bunch of weight in camp), and generally making myself annoying on here.
Trying to remain positive but this sitting around crap is getting to me. I mean, the visiting is wonderful but not knowing is tiresome. And, of course, being homeless isn't great for mental stability.
On a more positive note, I went to a fabulous Blues club in Calgary - wow, they were FANtastic! And when Jen and I came home, we HAD to go the Yale (Van's best blues bar) - a bunch of us went, actually, and it was wonderful. Then she gave me two JJ Cales CDs from another friend and I've listened to them over and over - great, great music. So, musically, I'm happy
This morning I was thinking - why limit yourself, Mame? You can move to Costa Rica or England, for heaven's sake - why stay in BC?? So, I have some thinking to do. But first I need to make some money. Hope to have some good news to post on that soon. In the meantime, I'll just add a few withery comments here and there on A2K... forgive me if I get tetchy.