This is what I mean by not posting a picture every day. I actually didn’t take any photos today, of anything. Today was a very irregular regular day. I wrote a letter to the local town council today about garbage clean up around town, and in writing, I came to find that maybe I ‘do’ have the guts to become a Journalist.. and an activist at the same time. This pleases me.
I’m excited now about the possibilities, about moving to a new place, about packing and wrapping and unpacking and unwrapping. I love the organization of it all. I love that once we get to our destination that it will be ours, a house to ourselves with two bedrooms and two double beds. I won’t feel confined to either a living room with a loud TV while I’m trying to be creative, or a small bedroom where I have no choice but to sit on a 3×3 spot of carpeted floor or the bed. I love that I feel like I’m doing the right thing, after so many months of nagging regret that I threw away a ‘decent job’. This world needs me, connotation-ally.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.