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I didn't end up going to FOW (camp reunion weekend) and diving into the lake with all my clothes on, due to a stupid last minute screw up with my ride. But I've been offered a job to do something potentially even better: go lead the 8-day leadership program canoe trip in Algonquin in July. This would involve taking a week and a half off work... and also if we end up going to Rock the Bells at the end of July, another like, 3 or 4 then.... so I'm currently mulling it over.
I really want to do it though. It's fitting well with my current philosophy of "have fun now, worry about the consequences later." I'm finding it really, really hard to worry about saving money since I know I'll walk away from fall camp at the end of October with $2000 in my pocket. I really need to look into exactly how much money I need to have saved before I go on my great travel adventure. I'm also legally able to work in the States since I'm an American citizen and have a social security card, so I'm thinking if I don't have enough money saved by the end of fall camp I'll run away to some warm American state and try and make some money there... maybe as a lifeguard on the beach.
I spent the first couple weeks here freaking out about the newfound lack of structure in my life... not knowing how long I'm going to stay here, not knowing how long I'll be at my job or if I want to be at it at all, not knowing what I'll do when I leave. Pretty soon it's going to be the end of the month and we're going to have to re-negotiate our rent, due to an awkward and annoying situation.
Shit always works out though. That's a dangerous thing to believe, but I believe it.
Life's pretty great.
I really love our family style living. We cook each other dinner, we've got each other's backs. That's how the place you live should be. I'm finding the aching, empty feeling of missing Toronto is getting less severe. It's weird that I miss it so much, since technically I've never even actually lived there. I'd still kill a baby for an Arabesque falafel or a Future Bakery cheesecake though.
Life's pretty great.
I really want to do it though. It's fitting well with my current philosophy of "have fun now, worry about the consequences later." I'm finding it really, really hard to worry about saving money since I know I'll walk away from fall camp at the end of October with $2000 in my pocket. I really need to look into exactly how much money I need to have saved before I go on my great travel adventure. I'm also legally able to work in the States since I'm an American citizen and have a social security card, so I'm thinking if I don't have enough money saved by the end of fall camp I'll run away to some warm American state and try and make some money there... maybe as a lifeguard on the beach.
I spent the first couple weeks here freaking out about the newfound lack of structure in my life... not knowing how long I'm going to stay here, not knowing how long I'll be at my job or if I want to be at it at all, not knowing what I'll do when I leave. Pretty soon it's going to be the end of the month and we're going to have to re-negotiate our rent, due to an awkward and annoying situation.
Shit always works out though. That's a dangerous thing to believe, but I believe it.
Life's pretty great.
I really love our family style living. We cook each other dinner, we've got each other's backs. That's how the place you live should be. I'm finding the aching, empty feeling of missing Toronto is getting less severe. It's weird that I miss it so much, since technically I've never even actually lived there. I'd still kill a baby for an Arabesque falafel or a Future Bakery cheesecake though.
Life's pretty great.