Signed, sealed and delivered
So here I am, after a wonderful summer in Victoria, preparing for the big move to the big city. Grad school here I come! Since I haven't worked this week, my days have been filled with bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, involving faxes, forms, initialing, signing, waiving, addressing and emailing. Forms signed in triplicate, faxed, cced, mailed from Vancouver to Ottawa and back again. This is all in the name of a scholarship, however, so I'm eager to prove that I can jump these hoops. And hoop these jumps.
I'm going to look at a place in Vancouver tomorrow; actually, I'm going back to look again. I was there last weekend, but didn't meet all the roommates. It's on Main and 23rd, a big beautiful house, with lots of interesting people in it. I really want to live there, but they're meeting a couple of other people tomorrow, other callbacks. Still, I made the shortlist, so cross your fingers. As much as I want it, I'm really feeling like all things in the universe are working out as they should right now. Everything seems to be . . . coming together. And if this doesn't work out, it just means something else, better will come along.
So that's that really. Summer in Victoria. A tan, a job landscaping, friends to ride bikes and climb trees and drink beer with, a garden that's producing mad tomatoes, and acorn squash, corn and pumpkin, cucumbers and peas. I am pulling food from the earth, and eating with wonderful people. I am drinking coffee, reading books, letting that vitamin D soak right on in, cause there'll come a time, sooner than I want, that I'll miss it.