And now, readers, for the fourth time in my Katima-life, my entire belongings are packed into a navy suitcase and a black book bag. Tomorrow, at ten am, at the Fredericton Airport, I depart. Once again, and any Katimakid can relate to this, I will be in the transitional state of homelessness. This time, for the first time actually, I am traveling the whole length alone. I don't have Stephen to sit beside, I don't have Kellie to chase around, and I don't have the lovely Jessica to stand beside me and cry as we line up for my flight. I only have myself to keep me on time, and find the gates. I only hope I don't end up some where weird, like Punta Cana or Vanderhoof (actually I wouldn't mind either of those destinations). But I know that I will get to Kelowna, one way or another.
Yes, that is the next hit fate had for me. This twist leads me not back to my hopeful and waiting group, but to a different group, in a different town. I will be joining a very small group in Kelowna BC. So when I said good bye to my best friends in Vanderhoof, correcting ourselves to say "see you when you get back" rather than "Good bye"' little did I know that I would not be rejoining them after all.
Readers, please know that I fought to return to where I belonged, but when it came down to it; my choices were stay home or go to Kelowna.
To recap, I have spent three months in Ste-Foy, Quebec City, Quebec, Two months and two weeks in Vanderhoof, Nechako Valley, British Columbia, Two weeks in Fredericton, York County, New Bruswick and will now spend one month in Kelowna, British Columbia.
I will have a new house, new PL, new group, new roommates, new town, new job, new collective project, new, new, new, new... Its terrifying and exciting, wearing and rejuvenating all at once. All I can do now is hold my head up, and give everything that I can to this new group. Who knows? Maybe Kelowna, Kamloops (the group formerly known as Levis), and Vanderhoof can get together for Debriefing. Just like the chalet in Quebec, three houses coming together to end the rotation on a "bon" note, as Anna would say.
Remember Pheobe from Magic School bus? The annoying chick who always said "At my old school..." Yeah. Her. I can only imagine that that's what I will sound like talking of group 21157, "in my old group..."
But they were a great group, and I am proud to say that I got to meet those crazy and wonderful people. I know that I will always have friends all over Canada because I got to meet them. And I hope that I made an impact on their lives, a positive one, one they will remember. Because, what's more flattering than to be remembered as a great person? There's very little I can think of.
It's been a long two weeks home, and I set out early tomorrow for a brand new adventure.
Every day holds a new adventure, so No Worries.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Day One Hundred and Thirty Four
My surroundings have changed a little since my last post, and I am sorry for the lack of up dates, I'm a terrible blogger, so unresponsible. But I promise that I was busy and not just slacking off.
Since changing jobs, I have been much happier going to work everyday. Driving the Zamboni and sharpening skates is much more entertaining than sitting alone, at a desk, all day. But I haven't been to work in a while. I have been kinda sick. Sick with worry, sick with migranes, same diff. The difference being that they send you home on medical leave with the latter (and don't really do much for the first) . So that being said, for me the 15th was a day that I woke up in Prince George at 4 am local time (which translates into 8am here time) and fell asleep in Fredericton at 1 am here time (9pm BC time) as you can tell, my time schedual is still messed up. I have never been one to over sleep, so for me to be sleeping until 12 o'clock if you let me, c'est vraiment bizzare.
I missed my home, I will be the first to confirm that, but right now, I miss my katima-home so much. The people that I met there are such dear freinds, even though that just in August, they were perfect strangers to me. I took a bus and three planes to get home, and had layovers in Vancouver and Montreal. In Vancouver, I had to say goodbye to a girl that I will never forget. She was spunky and cute, strong minded and loyal. I accompanied her to clubs, bars, second hand shops and even a tattoo parlour. Needless to say, we loved each other as strong as any friends could. She stood in line with me at my gate to fly to Montreal, and we looked just like hobos. Everything we couldn't pack (or didn't trust to pack) was on our backs, and we wandered the airportjust crying and dreading the boarding call for Flight 7970 to Montreal. I miss her so, and I hope she reads this.
As for the rest of the group, I am curious to see the photos and read the updates on facebook, but find it painful that I am not in the photos along side them. Katimavik is such a huge part of my life right now that I would be in a totally different place in my life, a totally different person, if I had taken my admittance to STU and put off or cancelled Katimavik. My group is amazing, once you walk into our home, you instantly feel comfortable. The ragtag couches and sad state of much of the house doesn't matter when you are watching a game of Ninja, or the boys (and me!) wrestling in the living room. I miss the most simple things too. Screaming SOUPER! to let the house know it is supper time, to having french dinners, I even miss the rukus at bedtime that keeps you up until unspeakable hours. It is good, bad, and ugly, but it is a part of the Katima-vie.
I am making the most of my time at home. Life cannot return to a "normal" state because I'm not sure that I know what that is now. I know that I have people to see and things to do before returning to my lovely group, but I am restless to get back nonetheless.
Everyday is a new adventure, so no worries
Since changing jobs, I have been much happier going to work everyday. Driving the Zamboni and sharpening skates is much more entertaining than sitting alone, at a desk, all day. But I haven't been to work in a while. I have been kinda sick. Sick with worry, sick with migranes, same diff. The difference being that they send you home on medical leave with the latter (and don't really do much for the first) . So that being said, for me the 15th was a day that I woke up in Prince George at 4 am local time (which translates into 8am here time) and fell asleep in Fredericton at 1 am here time (9pm BC time) as you can tell, my time schedual is still messed up. I have never been one to over sleep, so for me to be sleeping until 12 o'clock if you let me, c'est vraiment bizzare.
I missed my home, I will be the first to confirm that, but right now, I miss my katima-home so much. The people that I met there are such dear freinds, even though that just in August, they were perfect strangers to me. I took a bus and three planes to get home, and had layovers in Vancouver and Montreal. In Vancouver, I had to say goodbye to a girl that I will never forget. She was spunky and cute, strong minded and loyal. I accompanied her to clubs, bars, second hand shops and even a tattoo parlour. Needless to say, we loved each other as strong as any friends could. She stood in line with me at my gate to fly to Montreal, and we looked just like hobos. Everything we couldn't pack (or didn't trust to pack) was on our backs, and we wandered the airportjust crying and dreading the boarding call for Flight 7970 to Montreal. I miss her so, and I hope she reads this.
As for the rest of the group, I am curious to see the photos and read the updates on facebook, but find it painful that I am not in the photos along side them. Katimavik is such a huge part of my life right now that I would be in a totally different place in my life, a totally different person, if I had taken my admittance to STU and put off or cancelled Katimavik. My group is amazing, once you walk into our home, you instantly feel comfortable. The ragtag couches and sad state of much of the house doesn't matter when you are watching a game of Ninja, or the boys (and me!) wrestling in the living room. I miss the most simple things too. Screaming SOUPER! to let the house know it is supper time, to having french dinners, I even miss the rukus at bedtime that keeps you up until unspeakable hours. It is good, bad, and ugly, but it is a part of the Katima-vie.
I am making the most of my time at home. Life cannot return to a "normal" state because I'm not sure that I know what that is now. I know that I have people to see and things to do before returning to my lovely group, but I am restless to get back nonetheless.
Everyday is a new adventure, so no worries
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Day One Hundred and Twenty
Ok, let's get this out of the way right now. I never want to have a desk job. My job at the Neighbourhood Space was a desk job, working on line., and I couldn't stand it. Recently, Bruce put his back out, so his labour job at the local arena no longer worked for him. This situation worked out for the both of us. I got moved to the job at the arena, and Bruce was moved to the Neighbourhood Space.
I have learned so far to sharpen skates and I'm starting to drive the Zamboni! I can (crappily) clean the ice now. I'm living every Canadian's dream. To ride the great white-and-blue symbol of hockey preparing. Its great fun.
We are one month into our rotation here, one third done, and its hard to imagine myself anywhere else now. I live in a house that is constantly filled with laughter, but not in the "gleeful child's laughter fills my house" in the "too many teenagers live in this house to keep the humour clean". Going home will mean I have to clean up my language (sorry mom and dad!) and my laundry. Recently, our washing machine broke (dammit Kurtis!) and we are leanring the art of "yeah, it's clean enough". I tell ya, this Katimavik thing teaches you waaaay to much about life.
Each day is a new adventure, so no worries
I have learned so far to sharpen skates and I'm starting to drive the Zamboni! I can (crappily) clean the ice now. I'm living every Canadian's dream. To ride the great white-and-blue symbol of hockey preparing. Its great fun.
We are one month into our rotation here, one third done, and its hard to imagine myself anywhere else now. I live in a house that is constantly filled with laughter, but not in the "gleeful child's laughter fills my house" in the "too many teenagers live in this house to keep the humour clean". Going home will mean I have to clean up my language (sorry mom and dad!) and my laundry. Recently, our washing machine broke (dammit Kurtis!) and we are leanring the art of "yeah, it's clean enough". I tell ya, this Katimavik thing teaches you waaaay to much about life.
Each day is a new adventure, so no worries
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