This was a busy week for me. My Mum came home after being in Newfoundland for 5 weeks, I worked a couple of very long days at the Confederation Centre, and I started a yoga class. The yoga thing is probably the most interesting part of the week. Oh, and I applied for a stuntastic internship through Foreign Affairs Canada. With fingers crossed, I’ll be representin’ the heimat in universities abroad by the end of this month. Yeah, I’m really holding my breath, like I hold my breath for the other hundred jobs I’ve applied for in the last 6 months. Sigh.
I guess I should also report that in the next couple of weeks, I will be joining the jet set. Or train set. On the 16th, I’m taking the train from Moncton to Ottawa to see my sister and other assorted family members, see a Coldplay concert (!), and hopefully find my passport, which is (hopefully!) in an undisclosed location in my post-moving boxes. Even if I don’t get that internship, I really would feel better knowing where my passport is. I return to Charlottetown on the 21st.
Then, on the 28th, I’m off to Ottawa again. This time to help Mum and Dad drive a car back home. Hot dog. Well, it’s good because I’ll be able to bring back some of my gear. Like, my computer and some clothes! When I came home for Christmas, I only had one suitcase, and I’m getting pretty sick of the five sweaters I brought back with me. So’s everyone else.
So, here’s the glorious return to blogging. This should give my readers (fans?) their fix for a few more days. I was at a support group meeting on Saturday night and these readers had the shakes. Calmez vous, mes p’tits moufettes. (Yeah, I know. But it sounds cutesy, though, doesn’t it?)