Cue The Bibles

My life during these past few weeks has been: Ridiculous: A Tale of Woe, Success, Passion, and Everything In Between. I have garnered myself two new jobs, one at a wonderful, comfortable boutique hair salon called Catalina, and the other at the prestigious and renowned Peterborough clothing store, Flavour. I suppose with anything good comes anything bad, as well. For example, my new job at Flavour? It's probably one of the hardest jobs to get in downtown Peterborough, which makes it awesome that I got it, but they're also only giving me one shift a week so far. And that, my friends? That will NOT pay my rent.

I've been trying to go for as many runs as possible, lately on a new night-time route on the outskirts of downtown Peterborough, to East City (across the river) and through a beautiful park. It is so freeing. The moon is often out and I can finally see the stars. There is truly nothing like it.

This past week has shown me that there are so many things that I want, and so many things I can have. I just need to find a way to match the two up.

Nothing Without Sacrifice

There is a cafe across the street from my new house, one that I can see from my attic bedroom's window. I can see the people inside, chatting and laughing and evidently enjoying their moments. Everything I need is a walk away, whether it's milk or a shoulder to cry on. I am starting to love my life here. Peterborough is more full of interesting shops and restaurants and cafes than ever before. It's become a catalyst for my new life, where I've met new and wonderful people, and where I finally feel that I've found my niche. All I need now is a job.

In the afternoons, I like to sit by the river with a coffee and ponder my fate, read a book, or just listen. I like being surrounded alone on the edge, where nothing can touch me and time doesn't pass. New music is constant. I love living on my own again, and having my own time and space; although at times there is too much of both. No one expects me to wake up at any particular time, because I am not expected anywhere. Of late, I have enjoyed random hang-out time with any variety of people from my past or new to me recently. A new way of living has touched me, turning me to gold like the hands of Midas. I feel as if the world has opened up to me, that there is so much I have yet to learn and feel, and I have only barely skimmed the surface.

My bed sits under the slanted roof of the house, which is at an appropriate attic angle, and is a cozy nook where I can dream freely. My bed creaks, the window has no screen, and the street I live on is often noisy, which I am beginning to get used to. The sun streams into my room in the afternoon, and there is often a wonderful breeze flowing through. For October, the weather is unreal and so, so welcome. Almost every day has been completely spectacular. I must get out with my camera before the leaves are gone and the sky has turned to slate. I am living so perfectly right now.