Spellchecker

When I write in programs other than Word, I usually have a Word window open to use as a spellchecker.  (I’m addicted to the little squiggly red line.)  I’ve discovered it’s fun to read the list of words I’ve had to check.  For example, today’s were:

embalmed gooseneck ferret dresser

Now if there’s not a story in that, I don’t know where there is.

January

January is:

- reading.

- failed attempts to exercise.

- three rejection letters.

- phone calls home.

- saving.

- waiting on student loans.

- signing up for BC health care.

- hoping for sun.

Week Two

Back at it.

I worked on my resume today.  I should probably be keeping my eye out for summer jobs, part time jobs, job-type-jobs.

I’ve got a night in by myself – my roommate is off to the movies – so I’m thinking of perhaps doing a bit of work and then watching a movie.  It’s nice to have a small space to myself to crash in.

I didn’t get cast in my recent round of auditions, but that’s okay.  It’s to be expected, and I’ve been at this whole artist thing long enough to know you hear “no” a lot more than you hear “yes”.  But it’s the yeses that matter.

I don’t think I have anything mind-blowing to relate today.  Life goes on.  It’s good.

Better

I’m finding my way slowly back to happy.

I’m remembering what I love doing, and why I’m here.  I went to an audition today – who knows if I’ll get cast, but it felt right to be trying new and scary things again.  I’m remembering how to rest and do things that actually make me feel like writing.  I’m remembering to boot myself out of the house on adventures.

I’m remembering that the 99 is a heck of a long bus ride.

I’ve started into the next of the Artist’s Way series of books.  If you’ve never read this book, I encourage you to.  It’s a big part of my life philosophy.

So, it’s Sunday, and I feel happy.  It’s nice.

Back

Here I am in Vancouver again.

It’s harder this time.  I miss home.  I miss my folks and getting hugs and friends who know me well enough that I can make the occasional mistake and be forgiven.  I miss the sense of roots and connection.

But I’ve talked to a few people, and it seems many of us are feeling the same.  So I think this will all work itself out.

My theory is that last time – September – was an adventure.  A social, physical, and educational change.  This time it’s an emotional one.  Being home reminded me of the things I don’t have here.

But the things I have here are good.  I’ve got an audition Sunday morning, and I’ve got a room that I can hide away in.  I have friends that I’m very glad to see again.  And I have work to do.

And it’s also nice to know that I’ll be home again in April for a quick visit.  Dad and I are planning a road trip to Nashville, and on either end I’ll be in Saint John.

So it’s all going to work out.

Now I just need to conquer jet-lag.  I made it to 6:00 today (10:00 Saint John time) before I was too awake to sleep anymore.  So now it’s 7:13 and I’m almost ready to start the day.  How strange.

Here I go.  Vancouver, take two.

New Year

It’s 1:25 am on January 1st, 2010.

I wanted to take a moment to commemorate the beginning of a new year.

May it hold great things.

Vacation, Day… Actually, I’ve Lost Count

It’s Thursday, I think, but I keep forgetting – don’t you just LOVE vacations?!?

Gosh, I love holidays.

So far I’ve enjoyed a night out to celebrate Coleena’s birthday, a gift swap with some of the theatre gals, expeditions to the mall (shopping? well, okay, if you insist), afternoons of movies and knitting (two projects down, one to go), and general laziness.

Future Emily is jealous of Present Emily.

Speaking of presents, I’m mostly all done, which is probably good, seeing as Christmas is a week from tomorrow. On Saturday the brother gets home, although I think I’m out that evening – whoopsie. But I’ll get to hang out with him, definitely.

And there’s more goodness to come!

The only sadness is that working on my old projects makes me miss the writers – I’ve been reading their comments and smiling. It’s nice to have new friends that I can look forward to getting back to. Hmm… something convoluted about that sentence.

Anyway, joy. I’m here, and here is good.

Vacation, Day Two

I’m in Saint John! It’s so great, and also a bit like time-travelling. I’m living my other life. And there’s snow here, like I kept dreaming there would be – not nice dreaming, but nightmare dreaming. Snow and I… we’re not friends.

Here’s the excitement so far.

Day One:

Slept till ten and didn’t feel too jet-lagged – hooray! Saw friends Jen, Vanessa, and Miranda in the afternoon, then Kizzy in the evening. I love friends! Drove for the first time in three months, and had to pull over because I didn’t let the front window defrost before driving. Clever.

Day Two:

Got up, helped Mom decorate the Christmas tree. Started watching a movie. Tree fell over with a resounding smash. Spent time helping Mom clean up the broken ornaments. Now we’re waiting on Dad to come home and re-secure the tree, although Mom’s contemplating firing him from tree-fixing duties. But it still smells like Christmas around here, so that’s okay with me.

I’m slowly realizing that I’m actually on vacation. That I’ve got a few weeks of just chilling out and spending time with people. I like it.

Life is good.

Home

I’m headed home in five days.

I’m so excited to see people – I can’t tell you. But today I’ve been realizing how I’ll miss my new friends, too. The ones I’m leaving behind here.

Sheesh.

I guess that’s the price of home in more than one place.

Odd

I just wrote a song about being a writer.

That has to be the weirdest thing that’s happened to me since coming here.

I don’t write songs.