I have a new place to live!

I'm so glad too, because the places I saw weren't great, but the last place I saw (which was totally last minute because I was about to jump on a place that sucked, but was a place to live) was the place I wanted really badly. I couldn't sleep last night because I kept hoping and praying that I would get a call today telling me I was the one chosen for such a lovely place.

And I was!

Thank god, because I had already figured out where I was going to put everything.

Now that I officially have decided that it would be best for me to stick around for awhile, I figure I might as well turn this new place into a real home.

My new place is a one bedroom. I've never lived in a one bedroom. I've always either lived with roommates or in studios/bachelor suites. This will be very different for me. I'm so excited. It's silly, but it's true.

First thing I'm buying for the new place... a Wii.

A love letter to Moleskine

Dearest Moleskine,

If I were a writer I would write odes to Moleskine.

When I embarked on a 4 week long roadtrip to punctuate the end of my life in Vancouver, BC (the first 29 years of my life) and the beginning of my life in Calgary, Alberta (the next ? years of my life) I wanted a way to document the trip. A notebook that I could carry with me, fill with my thoughts while I curled up in my tent for 5 days, in the non-stop rain in Haida Gwaii, or stick postcards in from the stops I made along the way, or perhaps glue in some photos to flesh the whole thing out.

I wish I could say "And then I found it, the perfect book.... Moleskine", but alas, it was not to be so. I had not yet been enlightened.

I am now in the process of planning my Next Big Move. I will be moving from Calgary (after 2 wonderful years here) and I will be, at long last, fulfilling my life long dream of moving to Scotland. This time I am prepared! This time I have been smart! This time I have my Moleskine!

I plan on spending this coming summer filling my Moleskine with my travels as I head out as a weekend warrior to explore my adopted province. I will drive home to Vancouver and I will stop along the way and take pictures and buy postcards that will end up stuffed into my wonderful Moleskine. I will document my last days in my native country so I will always have a piece of home with me.

I have everything a girl could want or need to make such a major move a success: a loving and supportive family, friends that are already planning vacations to visit and care packages to send. I am in want of nothing.

Except...

Well, dearheart, here is the one, single, tiny, itty bitty thing I want so badly I can feel it in my bones. A Moleskine of my own. Not just any Moleskine, oh no. I require a special Moleskine. One that hasn't been created yet. I need a Moleskine city notebook for Edinburgh.

Oh my love, please allow this dream to come true. Please be mine in 2009!

All my love,

Dawn Z(ed)

I'd rather be camping

It is with a heavy heart that I concede to the universe. There is just no way that I will be able to stick to my moving schedule. Scotland will have to wait.

I have hemorrhaged money for the last few months and I can't recover and still stick to my time schedule. I'm oddly okay with it.

I have no intention of giving up my plan, not at all. I will be moving to Scotland, I'm just not going to be doing it in 2008. Looks like it's a 2009 departure for me.

This also means that I will be looking at other opportunities while I am here and making some additional plans.

Jealous

I know you are.

You would have to be.

You are jealous because this is mine and not yours!

I knew the moment I pulled up to the house. The second I saw the envelope sticking out of the mailbox I just knew.

*sigh*

My passport application had been rejected.

Of course I was right.

I walked up to the mailbox and sure enough, British High Commission. Fuck.

Inside was a lovely form letter explaining via check box why my passport application was rejected.

My counter signatory failed to enter her country of citizenship.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!

Tomorrow the whole package goes back to Ottawa, with the citizenship of the lovely person that signed my application, and I get to go back to worrying.

After looking over every single piece of paper I sent them I can't believe I missed that detail.

What a relief. I really hope they don't deny people based on what a numpty they are.

I'm sleep driving away

There is so very much going on right now and so much that I just can't publicly talk about but boy, is it big. Or it could be nothing.

That cryptically said, I sent off my UK passport application yesterday. The checklist is getting shorter and shorter...

Spring is in the air?

Spring must be just around the corner (to those of you that are already enjoying spring, screw you) because I have about a bajillion ideas for projects I want to work on.

I'm looking forward to ditching the toques and mittens and winter coats. I can't wait to get out there and DO STUFF. I don't know what kind of stuff, but STUFF.

I'm so restless!