August, Australia and Dawson’s Creek

Here we are, just days away from August.

Summer starts every year.
And then you have a realization that it is running out.
That’s where I am now.

The season started with some ligaments gone awry. I hoped my ankle would be a quick fix but nearly six weeks later it’s still not close to soccer and volleyball-ready.

As you may have noticed below, we had a pretty spectacular trip to Newfoundland. And the travel doesn’t end there.

Every month of our relationship, Orgle and I have gone somewhere.

At the end of this month, we’re off to Australia.

264: Our house / In the middle of our street

Our view (iPhone 4 - September 21)

 

Even the rain doesn’t dampen the feeling of a new place, a cohabited place.  We managed to get more than half of the boxes unpacked and almost al the cleaning done at the old place.

Now we get to explore life, in OUR place.

 

2011: Photos every single day here and at AndreaWoo.com

What’s next?

My life is an exercise in “what’s next?”

I think that’s how most people are, but my decisions are particularly noticeable.  As soon as I get into my new place and settle in, I decide to change my hair colour (significantly).  A week of dealing with my new gingerness, and now I am asking the same question…once again.

Monday morning

As I’ve often mentioned, I don’t work a standard 9-5 Monday through Friday. My work week begins today. I have to be there in about two and a half hours. I considered briefly the idea of going for a run right now, but a sore throat is making itself known.

The best thing about my job is getting to wake up gradually most days. Sure, I work the odd 4am or 730am shift, but the average day there is no horrible noise emanating from my clock-radio.

I don’t know what I’m getting at.

I have blonde hair now.

I’m so excited to move.
I like packing.
I like unpacking.

My need for change is satisfied my hair colour changes, as well as new homes. But it’s probable that two months from now I’ll be back to feeling stuck and in need of another boost to life. What will it mean then? Another new guy? That’s not original considering my recent dating history.

How come I can never settle into my life? I always want more. I want different. I’m jumpy. I’m never quite comfortable.

Despite the economy and the media collapsing upon itself, I do want to see where my career can take me especially out of province. I’ll probably come back to BC afterward, but I don’t know.

I am 27 years old and I really don’t know what I want to be. Where am I going? Am I just pursuing change in order to deal with my lack of goals?

Blogging At Work: Is it Appropriate?

I keep getting temporary positions with companies. The different jobs satisfy my constant need for change (as discussed in a previous post) but offer no stability. Because of my temporary status, I am never provided with much responsibility. Though having little responsibilities means there is not much for me to screw up, it also means I run low on things to do during the day. Today, I’ve decided to discuss the situation with my blog. I could discuss it with real people, but I’d still get fake sympathy. No sympathy is better than fake sympathy.

Anyways, I actually enjoy the working situation here. Too bad I’m already halfway through my term here. Is it ironic that the best of the temp jobs last the least time? And the worst ones seemingly last forever? I think there’s a reason for that. I’m replacing people now that want to return to this job. Other times, I replace people that don’t want to come back.

I’d come back here. They treat me well and the workload is manageable – even if it’s not challenging.

Song ‘o’ da moment: (no tunes means just a song from my head) Dave Matthews Band – Stay