Trial run

I write this from a hostel toilet stall, yep, seriously. Just arrived in Vancouver after a 14 hour bus ride. Walked to our hostel with Leo, which was about 25min from the station. Can't check in for another 5 hours! No sinks to brush my teeth. Yikes. And I'm only in Vancouver.

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The Journey...

Preparations & Procrastinations

Well, it's less than one month away now, my departure date that is. I'm trying to squeeze so much stuff into my last month here, as if I'm never coming back! I'm only going for seven months, and yet if feels like I'm going to miss so much. In a way it's a good thing, because I'm trying to seize every moment here. As well, I'm trying to get in shape for the damn beach. Perhaps not trying enough. Sometimes I wonder if I should get a personal trainer... not enough money.

Tomorrow I'm going for my travel shots. I hate needles! Or should I say, I'm terrified of them. I cringe and pout like a baby when I see them. Just typing this, I'm cringing.

I'm going to be throwing a little "moving out, moving on" party this Saturday, there's about 30 people who said that they're coming. Yikes. I don't know how I'll fit them all in. I have to inform my neighbours as well, I hope they don't mind. Who cares, I'm moving out anyway. But gee, what a bright idea this was of mine. I have a lot of things I need to do still, other than planning my own party. I thought the event planning was over when I left work. Oh right... I'm not fully done work. Foolish me, I agreed to hold one last public workshop three weeks after my last day of work. And, I'm the one doing more of the organizing for it, simple stuff though I suppose.

Hmmm... what else do I have to do. Oh yeah, so I guess I need a tourist visa to get into Brazil and Paraguay. The Brazilian one takes at least 15 business days, and I would have to send my passport to Vancouver first. Not going to happen. I'll get into Brazil somehow. I hope to get one while I'm in Bolivia, which might be a lot quicker. I should get the application ready first though.

What else... packing. Not only my backpack, but my whole bloody apartment. Ugh. Jeremy and I need to separate a lot of our things still. I also need to liquidate a lot of our old furniture that neither of us wants. I'm going to be giving a bunch of it away via kijiji. I hope there's some takers.

I have also foolishly decided to go to Vancouver Pride over the long weekend. What was I thinking when I agreed to that one? Oh well, it will be a blast. I just hope it doesn't eat up a bunch of my money. As well, it eats up five of my days left here in Canada. I gotta start concentrating. Dedicate time to what I need to do! I will get it all done, I hope. What's the worst that can happen? No matter what, I'm getting on that plane on August 16th.

And here's a pic of the party we had. 

How much longer?

They say that time heals all wounds. They never really say how much time exactly. We were together for almost 12 years. For the most part, it was a happy relationship. It ended so abruptly.

So, is it one week for each year? One month for each year? Perhaps one week for each crappy year, and one month for each of the happy years. If that's the case, then I would calculate about 11 months, 1 week.

That's a bloody long time, that can't be right.

It's now been about 6 weeks and it sometimes feels like it happened only hours ago. So, how much longer I ask? If only I knew, I could then start the countdown to my happiness.

Time heals all wounds. But really, how MUCH time?

Someone please help me. The pain sometimes is unbearable.