And so the Full Moon heralds in the new "plan" which is actually the recycled old "plan". One 8 hour bus trip from interior BC to the coast later, and I'm in Vancouver yet again. But apparently for good this time around. So far no hyperventilating about being trapped - touch wood.
Where I've been, what I've done for 6 months ... it all seems to have too much white space and white noise when I try to recap. Patchy dialogue, failed attempts at contentment, 60 minutes of general anesthetic, 700 wakarimasen's, dwelling displacements, tears and tantrums. But it can't have been all bad, surely. *ponders*
Anyways, in 6 days I turn 25. That old chestnut of halfway to 50. I've been having these odd flashes of my two former lives that I'm assuming I'm supposed to reflect on as my early 20's are about to enter their final act. The 20-year-old uni student and the 23-year-old nine to fiver are both trying to tell me something but I just don't quite know what. Yet.
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