My comment to Teresa this morning after a night of me having Walter White dreams in the early morning. Because I am in exile - albeit instead of fleeing from something, I fled to something.
So, it's good - this sheltering with Teresa and Phil and Kyle. They're a very loving family and it's safe and welcoming here. Phil has a big heart - turns out that attic room is basically almost always in use. Some people stayed 9 months, others three years. When its empty, it's always open to someone.
Last night, all us guys, including Kyle's friend, sat around talking D&D and World of Warcraft. We're all nerds.
So now I'm living a simpler but richer life and starting next week, will get on the search for jobs. I'm under no survival pressure, just my desire to get back involved. I feel best when I'm working.
It was sunny my first day here, which was nice. Today it's raining in the sort of manner that would trigger flash flood alerts in SoCal. I don't really mind, thanks to the North Face jacket I've been saving for almost a decade.
Yesterday, I braved my way aboard the skytrain and went to the Metrotown mall. In ye olden days, I lived at three of the stops between here and the mall so it was a very nostalgic ride. When I was married, there were many nights Nathaniel and I would head there, sometimes to meet up with Chloe, because there was a time when she worked there. Still not sure how I feel about looking her up. Hell, I'm not even sure if we're still married. Nat is grown up and living in Toronto now. So far I haven't run into anyone from my previous life here though I did just read about a friend in the paper who won a defamation lawsuit. He and I should have plenty to talk about since I have my own history with bad employers.
I'm sleeping better in my attic room. I was cold a few nights but an extra blanket makes all the difference. The house cats, Elise and Poptart, are warming up to me so I'm getting headbutts. I found a bunch of Fizzy photos on this old computer, which makes me miss the little guy.
Bare-bones update: I made it to Vancouver, am set up in my new house and so far, all's well. Customs was a breeze, my old bank welcomed me back and I spent most of yesterday exploring my old neighborhood of Commercial Drive. So many changes.
It's going to take a minute to get used to everything. I'm missing the cats a lot. But I love my new housemates and they have nice cats. It's all going to work out.
Except in fits and starts. But I had a weird half-awake, half-asleep thing telling me my passport would arrive today. Sure enough, all shiny and blue, it was in today's mail. So, the move is on. A week from Monday I fly back to my favorite city anywhere.
What happens from that point on falls on me but I feel ready. I'm going to change up my look and hopefully outlook too. We don't get many second chances, especially as we get older. I'm embracing this.
And Teresa's a really good friend. It's the best possible setup.
My flight leaves on the 19th of January.
For the next several days, I'm just enjoying the cats, playing on my computer and mentally preparing. Because I'm resetting my entire life. There's a positive side to this, indeed it's mostly so, but I'm also going to have to adjust.
Last night I had a steak with the neighbor. Who again and again, shows what a decent guy he is. I'm going to miss Jason. I think I'm going into this new year on a high note. And now to my coffee & hash browns.
2015 is going to be a good year, dammit!
Because I'll make it so.