Too Long

Really there are no rules to these blog thingys. Technically I can not write ever again and no rule would be broken- no one could say that I agreed to abide and did not abide (is there a word for 'did not abide'?). There is however many people that point out the simple fact that it takes awhile in between posts. For this (believe it or not) I am grateful for because it shows the obvious fact that people actually give damn what is going on in my often uneventful life. Thankfully uneventful is not a word that could surmise my life as of late. Many things have changed recently and I continue to be living in a world of turmoil- mostly evidence of my young age I believe. I have been priviliged enough to spend some time with my brothers which included a trip to a rather small Bible College where the idea of a evening shindig is to weave bacon together in a pan, stick it in the oven and presto-chango you have a party. The elder brother looked after me as we pereused Vancouver and met his possible future 'in-laws'. The last month has also seen me moving into an apartment that signifies my climbing the great social ladder of western america. The nicest apartment I have had to date it comes with a balcony and I hope to include a pool table (which I have already purchased but am having trouble fitting into the apartment building) to further my skill in a hobby I have had since I was but a wee one. Most eventfully however I returned to Saskatchewan for 10 or so days. Firstly; getting out there was posistive hell as I stood on the side of the road hitchin' in one spot for a good seven hours- worse luck I have ever encountered. The time was wonderful though and I was actualy a ltle surprised how many people I managed to reconnect with. Highlights included; jammin with the boys until the wee hours, a house party with the members of library voices, evenings spent with Jordan and Sarah (which are always strangely and wonderfully nostalgic), trivia at Bobby's, breakfast at a strangers house and most importantly being able to rest these weary eyes on familiar ones. This is not to say that it was continually happy for there was a significant loss of a friendship that has meant a lot to me over the years. Returning "home" to Hope has been good though- I managed to bring my records andmy saxophone back which I am quite happy about. Work hours are looking quite scarce and it looks like I am going to be required to pick up another job somewhere to make the proverbial ends meet. Life has settled into a suprisingly comfortable routine. Whenever that happens though- I ussualy get some rude awkening and turmoil starts all over again so until the wind blows my way I will stay here spping my tea quite contently. Thanks for readig- Nat