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A friend from high school lives half na hour from my new home, so we hung out the other day. She's a medic in the military now who's done two tours of Afghanistan, and we were bonding while talking about how freaking loud the m77s are (those are big guys, sorta look like canons, for either anti-air craft or shooting shells for anti-artillery, I'm not sure, I forget), and for a minute it was common ground, and then she said "But they're nothing compared to the IED that went off next to our convoy" and I realized that no. No, there was no common ground between a journalist who went on an escorted/embedded media visit to the "Afghan Village" in the prairies where soldiers go for training before shipping out, and someone who tried to save friends who got blown up in convoys overseas.
I've come home for the Easter weekend but my family has all gone off with significant others to celebrate the holiday/their anniversary without me. It's alright though, because I'm sort of using this time to watch bad television (I need to get cable) and surf the internet (*sob* I need to get the internet).
I've also been WRITING, which for some reason, I haven't REALLY gotten into in my new place yet, which I've GOT TO DO because seriously, there's NOTHING ELSE ANYWAY, which is how I got into writing in the first place.
But anyway, I've finished my story for the Skippy Little Bang, and it turned out a perfect example of what my therapist meant when she told me that I could use my writing for therapy. Because I started it one day when I wanted to scratch my face off and decided to write about someone else who wanted to scratch there face off instead.
I kind of have a love/hate relationship with proving my therapist right, but on the upside, my face remains scratch-free.
Life as a journalist living on my own is so different than life as a temporary summer reporter living at home. For one thing, the demands of my job are SO DIFFERENT. It's a bigger town with bigger things happening, and I spent the last week on the phone with various political candidates, MLAs, and leaders of the First Nations group in my area. You get an entirely different perspective on the federal election when you get to sit down for an hour with each of the candidates.
My town also has a ridiculously large concert hall (for the area, I mean), so it attracts weirdly huge acts, like TRAVIS TRITT (country fans know who I mean, he's a freakin' SUPERSTAR).
Anyway... I think that's just about all I've got.
I've come home for the Easter weekend but my family has all gone off with significant others to celebrate the holiday/their anniversary without me. It's alright though, because I'm sort of using this time to watch bad television (I need to get cable) and surf the internet (*sob* I need to get the internet).
I've also been WRITING, which for some reason, I haven't REALLY gotten into in my new place yet, which I've GOT TO DO because seriously, there's NOTHING ELSE ANYWAY, which is how I got into writing in the first place.
But anyway, I've finished my story for the Skippy Little Bang, and it turned out a perfect example of what my therapist meant when she told me that I could use my writing for therapy. Because I started it one day when I wanted to scratch my face off and decided to write about someone else who wanted to scratch there face off instead.
I kind of have a love/hate relationship with proving my therapist right, but on the upside, my face remains scratch-free.
Life as a journalist living on my own is so different than life as a temporary summer reporter living at home. For one thing, the demands of my job are SO DIFFERENT. It's a bigger town with bigger things happening, and I spent the last week on the phone with various political candidates, MLAs, and leaders of the First Nations group in my area. You get an entirely different perspective on the federal election when you get to sit down for an hour with each of the candidates.
My town also has a ridiculously large concert hall (for the area, I mean), so it attracts weirdly huge acts, like TRAVIS TRITT (country fans know who I mean, he's a freakin' SUPERSTAR).
Anyway... I think that's just about all I've got.