Still too far off...
May. 12th, 2011 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treefrogBeen awhile since I posted. Fact is, everything that comes to mind when I sit down to blog nowadays is usually stuff I should probably write about, but don't really want to write about.
So, on a less headachy topic, Dave and I are planning to move to Vancouver in a year.
We've been thinking about it for a long time, but put it off for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that Dave's father was living in Vancouver, and we wish to avoid him. However, he has moved to Abbotsford (and, we're pretty sure, taken his evil girlfriend with him) so Vancouver is once again a desirable destination.
Dave is homesick and wants to be away from a lot of the bad memories Edmonton has for him. Very little good has happened to him here and he wants out. We'd also like to be out of reach of his ex-wife. She's toned down her insanity quite a bit lately, but she still spreads rumors that make Dave's life difficult. For instance: did you know that I had sex with him while they were still married? And that I did this at an SCA event that I was not at? It's better to be away from that sort of rubbish.
I just... want out of Edmonton. I want away from the places where I grew up. I love my family, but living back-to-back with my parents is turning out to be a lot harder than I expected it to be. Being in school and practically living with my parents makes me feel like I've been forced into a second childhood, and I'm not enjoying the experience. My Dad is wonderful as always, but Mom seems to think we're in some kind of contest. She keeps reminding me that she's richer and lives in a bigger house than me. To which I can only say "So?" I don't understand where she's coming from and I don't want to understand it, I just want away.
I'd also like to be far away from everything even remotely Mormon. Being around that stuff makes me feel angry and depressed, and there's a HUGE MASS OF IT in the house behind mine. When we move, I'm going to instruct my parents not to forward my church paperwork with me. They've done it before without my permission, and they might do against my express wishes, but I have to at least try.
We'd leave a lot sooner, but I need to do another year of school here. I'm... not looking forward to that. I just have a bunch of elective stuff to take, none of which is going to feel even remotely relevant. And while being at school doesn't exactly make me feel old, it does make me feel horribly out of place, and it makes me remember being that age, and... ugh. I don't want to remember being that age.
Finally... BC is green, and after last winter, I could really use to overdose on trees and flowers and little chirpy birdies. One of the things that kept me going in California when things got bad was the abundance of trees and flowers and little chirpy birdies. I love our winters, but dammit, green sounds so lovely right about now.
I need to blog more. I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how.
So, on a less headachy topic, Dave and I are planning to move to Vancouver in a year.
We've been thinking about it for a long time, but put it off for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that Dave's father was living in Vancouver, and we wish to avoid him. However, he has moved to Abbotsford (and, we're pretty sure, taken his evil girlfriend with him) so Vancouver is once again a desirable destination.
Dave is homesick and wants to be away from a lot of the bad memories Edmonton has for him. Very little good has happened to him here and he wants out. We'd also like to be out of reach of his ex-wife. She's toned down her insanity quite a bit lately, but she still spreads rumors that make Dave's life difficult. For instance: did you know that I had sex with him while they were still married? And that I did this at an SCA event that I was not at? It's better to be away from that sort of rubbish.
I just... want out of Edmonton. I want away from the places where I grew up. I love my family, but living back-to-back with my parents is turning out to be a lot harder than I expected it to be. Being in school and practically living with my parents makes me feel like I've been forced into a second childhood, and I'm not enjoying the experience. My Dad is wonderful as always, but Mom seems to think we're in some kind of contest. She keeps reminding me that she's richer and lives in a bigger house than me. To which I can only say "So?" I don't understand where she's coming from and I don't want to understand it, I just want away.
I'd also like to be far away from everything even remotely Mormon. Being around that stuff makes me feel angry and depressed, and there's a HUGE MASS OF IT in the house behind mine. When we move, I'm going to instruct my parents not to forward my church paperwork with me. They've done it before without my permission, and they might do against my express wishes, but I have to at least try.
We'd leave a lot sooner, but I need to do another year of school here. I'm... not looking forward to that. I just have a bunch of elective stuff to take, none of which is going to feel even remotely relevant. And while being at school doesn't exactly make me feel old, it does make me feel horribly out of place, and it makes me remember being that age, and... ugh. I don't want to remember being that age.
Finally... BC is green, and after last winter, I could really use to overdose on trees and flowers and little chirpy birdies. One of the things that kept me going in California when things got bad was the abundance of trees and flowers and little chirpy birdies. I love our winters, but dammit, green sounds so lovely right about now.
I need to blog more. I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how.
