Pull it!

Arrive.

Except its differently exciting than getting off a plane, wandering through an airport, managing to tote all your luggage and then being delivered through a pair of sliding doors into the arms or family. Or at least someone who knows you.

It's more like knowing that you'd be jumping out of a plane, but not knowing when. The stewardess comes up to your seat, softly puts a hand on the back of your chair, and smiles not-quite-politely. She asks if you'd please join her at the front of the cabin. And bring your bags. You're fairly certain that you're ready for this but harbour doubts that your four week long sky-diving course has sufficiently prepared you. You join her in front of all the first class flyers, behind the cockpit.

And she pushes you. Out. Of. The. Plane.

You're not even sure if you have a parachute or not.

It's somewhere in all these bags of yours.

If only you could find it.

That's what arriving in Swan River and starting to work feels like. So far.

I've been here for about 24 hours. I've signed forms for 3 hours. I am on the floor in 16 hours.

Where the hell is my parachute?


My dad and I left Calgary Saturday morning, drove to Regina and stayed there overnight. Saw Shutter Island (amazing!) in a nice little theatre with little admission prices too. Great times. Finished the rest of the trip on Sunday. Spent most of yesterday in Swan River either parked in the hotel room, or mulling over things. Checked out a really nice, bright little apartment near the Tim Horton's (important). Have a feeling that that is where I'll end up.

Today, took myself to the hospital at 8am and started signing forms. So many signatures. I know my SIN by heart now. Same with my new employee number. Benefits, insurance, blah blah blah. Going to see a house for rent this afternoon. Desperately hope it's super amazing.

In more interesting news, the Co-op is big and beautiful. Sears is having a sale on beds. Woot!

Sundi, you were right. Life hits you hard and fast, with no mercy. Am so used to things being gradual.

Have you seen my parachute?