Moving house... the pain

Here we are again, I swear that I move house more often than is

a) Normal
b) Recommended
c) Necessary

But nevertheless, the last one and half hours has been spent on my knees inhaling oven cleaner fumes and developing the headache I now have... for perspective, at times like these cleaning the oven is a break from the other things you've been doing for the last 4567 days (seemingly): packing...

No matter how good I think I could be at packing, at the tail end of it you are always left standing in a almost empty room (yet somehow surround by piles of junk) holding an ornamental egg cup and wondering which box this belongs in, before coming to the inevitable conclusion that it belongs in "any god damn box, I don't care anymore"

This along side an ever increasing urge to just dump everything.

In fact, this (dumping everything) was the approach I though i took this time, I've driven 3 full car loads to the dump, and 2 full car loads to charity shops, I though "I'm not going to take anything with me, I'm just going to start again"

And yet SOME HOW... those "very few ultimately essential things", apparnatly have taken me days to pack, and occupy the entire floor space of the kitchen


God my head hurts... right

The point is... that this is all in aid of the ultimate adventure, and that it's all going ot be worth it...

Vancouver: I am coming!

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This is what I shall hold at the front and centre of my mind going forward. Also that I am not locked up in a Thai prison for 6 years like that guy from reddit.

Applications done and dusted

Seems as though the last of the many many parts of my "working holiday" visa application are all sent off, now I sit and wait.

I started the application about a month ago I think, then they go tin touch to request police forms, and then family histories and some certification of how much money I had... I spent a long time bundling it all up and sent it off yesterday (note to self the date was yesterday, for later when I am wondering when it will come back). Quite a relief... oh yes, so on to the next thing, what job shall I get over there - I'm going to record some ideas in this blog.

Areas I'm currently looking at:
-Public relations / communications
-Writing communication of some kind (speech writing? political, lobbying?)
-Developmet (outreach/first nations)
-Energy development (communications?)
-Media?! Journalism (scientific journalism)
-Proposal writing

Ok that's all for now, good progress today, good progress.

They took my rail pass away, dammit

Hi world.

They took my rail pass away. I knew it was coming, but it didn't sting any less. Perhaps I built up this event into a moment of unnecessary unpleasantness, but for whatever reason I had been grimly anticipating this moment for years.

I think it's the naming of it "Young Persons Rail card".

You have one when you are young. It represents societies opinion that "hey, you are just a kid - exploring the world! havea third of rail travel!"

Without it, I have a worrying suspicion I am an adult.

That being the case I have decided to move to Canada. Vancouver specifically.

I know nothing of Vancouver except that

1)It was recently listed as the best city in the world to live in
2)It is by the coast

All indications are that this is going to rock :)

This blog will be the chronical of my attempts to up sticks and move overseas, my trials and tribulations, my battles with visa officials, and my attempts to find a job. I shall post photos and stories and it is all going to go awesome.


Here's to the adventure :D and new beginnings...