Don't know when I'll be back again.

There is a building in Vancouver, that I often go by on the skytrain, that says, "Everything Is Going To Be Alright" on it. It's not on a billboard or advertisement, it's just there on the top of the building itself, just as the other buildings and towers have their names illuminated on them. It's always there, but I tend to only notice it when it's lighted up at night, and I love seeing it every time I go by. I don't know what the building is for, but it still makes me happy.

I feel alright. I mean, as much as I could be I suppose. Things are in progress, weight has been lifted, and life is going in a generally positive direction. I officially moved on Sunday, but I only spent about 2 days there as I had to head back to Nanaimo yesterday for some things I needed to take care of. Now tomorrow I go back to the new place, only this time I don't know when I'll be back.

I mean, I'm sure it won't be a long time. I know I'm going to be visiting often....only this time it feels different compared to Sunday because this time I'm not sure when I'm coming back. For all I know I could end up broke and not be back for a while. I mean, I don't think so, but still, it's one of those 'I won't know until I get there' type things. I'm going to miss people a lot, but I know they aren't too far away.

Perhaps it's just because I'm still high on the whole, 'this is new and exciting' vibe, but going over felt surprisingly right for me. Even though I knew everyone I care about were miles away, I was still content with the choice that I had made.

On Sunday night, I managed to unpack everything within a couple of hours, and was up late hanging posters and pictures despite the fact that I had to get up early for an interview the next day. After I got everything in place though, it felt more like I lived there; like it was my home, and not just a place where I'm bringing my stuff to and staying for a while. It was a nice feeling.

I realized that evening that I hadn't bought myself an alarm clock, despite the fact that Kara and I had been shopping for pretty much 7 hours that day. I found some dumb online alarm clock, and set my 'puter to not fall asleep, but it decided to ignore that and do so anyway. And since I always fall asleep in the morning, I ended up awakening exactly 1 minute before my bus was supposed to leave.

I looked for when the next bus was and managed to get ready and run out of the house in 10 minutes, something I've never done in my life. By the time I got downtown, it was already 5 minutes to the time I was supposed to be there and I still had a ways to go. I called a cab but they didn't come.

So, I called the place I was supposed to go to, and it turned out the owner had forgotten I was even coming, because the girl that answered the phone said she hadn't come in. Anyway, we worked stuff out, and I ended up going for my interview an hour and a half later. It went okay. I was anxious at first from the whole morning fiasco, but I relaxed after a few minutes and she seemed to like me enough. She even said that I "look artistic."

I thought that was funny, since I wouldn't think of my style as one that screams artist. :P But it was cool that she thought that, and since I am *technically* more of an artsy type than anything else (even though that word doesn't seem to suit me), I was glad to be recognized. Anyway, we'll see what will become of my performance.

Anyhoo, I must be off now, because I have to get some things ready for tomorrow, sleep, and then go get my ferry and go directly to have a corset fitting done, since the Morrismore Models launch is on Friday (so excited!).

Besides, I am sleeeeeeeeeeeeepy now. Nighty night people.

xoxo,

Me <3