Grrraaaaaaaagh!

Still no word from SFU! What, are they trying to kill me?! Bah. Meh. Whatever. This is me trying to seem unaffected. Working? Nevermind. Don't answer that. I'm feeling the moving itch these days...must move on...must not stagnate...no more wallowing in current ickiness. It's been pointed out to me recently that moving tends to be my standard method of dealing with situations or circumstances that I'm not fond of. This is not a surprise to me. But is it really such a bad thing? It's the etch-a-sketch approach to life. You fiddle around with the knobs (shut up) until you've made a big, stupid mess of it all and then you give it a good upside down shake and start again. How's that a bad thing?

Don't get me wrong, I'd like to settle down someday but that's not something you should have to force. Why stay in one place simply for the sake of not moving? Shouldn't you stay because you love where you are or who you're with or what you do? I don't really have that right now. I live in Duncan so I'm not so much with the loving where I am (although I really do love my apartment and will be sad to leave it), I'm single, single, single and while the idea of that doesn't bother me quite so much anymore, I can do that anywhere, and my job(s)...well, the ones that I really love are portable and can be done from pretty much anywhere.

The only question I have now is where do I go from here? Should I make a small move? To Vancouver or Victoria? Maybe a slightly bigger move to Calgary, Toronto, or Montreal? Or a monumental move to the Yukon, the US, or somewhere even farther afield? I just don't know. In the interest of not having to start over completely from the beginning my temptation is to try Victoria or Vancouver. Far enough to put some distance between me and my current state of mind but not so far as to lose touch with the people and places I love right now. But my sense of adventure tells me that Calgary or the Yukon would be interesting. Something different. Something to shake off the blahs for a little while. I could learn to love snow. I could. Or maybe not.

In any case it's all a bit of a moot point until I find out what's going on with grad school. Which brings me right back to the beginning again! Stupid SFU! Are they trying to kill me?! :-)