I have to get used to the whole driving thing after 3 years of taxis and bumming for lifts from friends or the bus. Northern Manitoba and small town thing. Yeah.

I love driving again though. Windows down, radio blaring, and me humming along or occasionally singing. But I've noticed that I have this bad habit of talking to myself. Out loud. In public. I need to stop if I want anyone here to consider me sane. But when you spend as much time alone as I did, you tend to talk out loud just to hear another voice...and my cat doesn't always answer. Yes, She-who-sees-all is a wonderful companion, always eager to climb onto my lap or other available body part whenever she wants. But talking to her out loud probably wasn't the best thought I've had. Oh well. Live and learn.

Well, I've been up for 36 hours straight (my clock gets all wonky in the summertime, I have a hard time not sleeping all day and staying up all night like I'm a teenager again) so it should come as no surprise that a new story started today. What did come as a surprise was that I have no idea who this m/c is, why someone tried to kill her or who her rescuer is. I'm going along for the ride in this draft too, folks! I haven't written something without planning it in great detail for some time, like years. This could be fun. Weird, but fun. Here it goes!

Whewee. Hot time, summer in the city. I love the music in the city. I love driving in the city (not during rush hour or when I actually have to be somewhere at a certain time...). I love rolling my window down and blaring my radio and having the wind in my hair. The smell of exhaust is kinda intoxicating to me. I know co2, but just the monumental sense of freedom that I have right now. Definitely on a high note, not chemically induced, btw.

I love the feel of this city. Open, exciting, lots of things to see and do. I think that is what I missed most in my little Northern 'city' of 13-15,000 people. If you wanted something to do, you had to create it yourself. Not so with Queen city here. 300,000 people and now I just have to find something to join. I'm overwhelmed with choices. New faces, new ideas, new museums, new book stores, new movie theatres, art galleries, concerts, movies in the park, PARKS! with walking trails! I can't wait to discover those little shops everyone has. Their coffee shops, their spots in the mall to people watch, their guilty pleasures the best places to buy vintage stuff!

I'm just excited about the possiblilities today. Everything is possible today, right now, the world is rosy.

Got two stories brewing inside my head. I need to pick one and write like hell, then do the other one. Trouble is they are both good. Both interesting. I'm whining, I know. I hate it. I am also procrastinating. I moved to a new city and have spent the first few days here getting to know the area and getting used to driving again.

I have also been trying to get to know my brother again. We've spent most of the last 10 years not living in the same province, let alone in the same house. It's different now, he's an adult and so am I. But we haven't grown in the same directions. It's just...weird. He's still family. We just have this awkwardness that's never been there before.

We're trying. We're watching season 2 of Roswell together. Between his work and my galavanting around we're slowly getting somewhere. And the writing still is a sore point. But we shall see.

ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
There, that is so much better. Don't you find that if things aren't going well a good ol' fashioned yell releases a lot of tension? Or maybe that is just me.
So here is an update.
1. I finished the school year in Thompson in record time. All paperwork and classroom stuff done and done.
2. I had the help of my wonderful Thompson gang and we packed up my apartment and cleaned it spic and span in record time.
3. Moved to a new city in a new province on July 4th.
4. Have everything except my computer set up and everything done and put away. My brother/roommate is relieved/exstatic about this part of the process.
5. Started the job hunt here.

So that's the basic deal that has been my life for the past two weeks. Full? Yes. Satisfying? You betcha! The worst part of the whole thing will be Friday nights. That's when my friends and I would gather at someone's home and have games night. It really didn't matter what we played, just that we got together and laughed, sharing our week. I will miss that mightily.