So I’m exhausted. Purely exhausted.
Before you all tell me how sorry you are, sarcastically, hear me out.
Yes it is the first time in a couple of months I had to get up for work at 7:30. Frig, first time in YEARS I’ve had to be at work for 7:30 really. But I had no problems. I even got the car dropped off to the mechanic before heading in. We even had time to stop and photocopy a few things at John’s work.
I had a great morning. I was with babies. I got to cuddle and dance until 10:30.
But then, wow.
After my break I was to help out with the daycamp. Man, those kids make me feel glad that I opted not to be an elementary school teacher. It was so loud. They were just being kids I suppose but I’ve been out of practise now with kids and all their noise. It’s the first time in my long career with kids that I actually left work with the beginnings of a headache in my frontal lobe. hehe
But quickly it subsided and now I’m just exhausted.
I need to find a routine and adjust and it won’t be as exhausting. Plus, it’ll help that I don’t have to go to work for 7:30 after this week. Definite plus. It makes transportation more doable as well.
So we *almost* have our place to be exactly how we want. We just need to make a trek to IKEA and grab 2 things for the living room. Then we need to purchase a kitchen table. There is one we enjoy at IKEA and it’s the perfect size for here. The one we want elsewhere is a lot bigger but it’s my dream table really. So we figure we’ll sacrifice the not having space and just get the big one. It doesn’t seem to make much sense to buy an IKEA set now and next year or so get another new table that is bigger/better. Seems like a waste of money. Although, if the chairs were to fit at each table it wouldn’t be so bad. But I don’t think it does since the one I love is pub height. Ah well.
So here’s another thing I don’t know what to make of out here. After people find out I’ve moved from away the first question is where did you buy your house? BUY A HOUSE?!?! You have got to be frickin’ kidding me. We can’t afford that.
But it’s always the first thing people want to know. I guess everyone here who is gainfully employed owns a house.
I would love to own a house, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t think it’s in the cards. There’s a little thing, ok big thing, called student loans. Plus, if I bought a house anywhere I’d never leave. It would be all she wrote. I still haven’t gotten over the culture/provincial shock let alone get settled and get a house. I wonder why people just assume we came out, bought a house, and settled. Strange. It’s definitely not the first, second or even third thing someone back on the East coast would ask. Hrmmm, something to ponder on my last days off I guess.