A little less than an hour, to be exact.
I don’t know if I mentioned it, but I’ve been in Vancouver since last Thursday, visiting family and reconnecting with old friends.
Ah, now you see why I got all nostalgic in my last scatterthought. And now you know why I’ve been writing so much. Anyway, I’m about to return to Ontario, and I have one final thought to offer from the beautiful West Coast.
More than ever, I feel like there’s something waiting here for me.
I’m in no hurry to find out what it is, but one of these days I will.
I’m not really sure what that means. Part of me wants to say that I’m going to move to Vancouver. Part of me thinks I should move somewhere completely new. Part of me doesn’t want to move from KW at all.
Part of me wants to make some sort of grand, definitive statement about my future.
And part of me wants to play it by ear, as I’ve done up until now with a fair degree of success.
Part of me wants to say that it’ll happen next year, and part of me doesn’t want to set a deadline on myself.
Part of me thinks that while something is waiting here, something’s waiting for me somewhere else.
And part of me is just annoyed at the endless chatter. Seriously, you choose to read Scatterthought, but I have to live with all this crap going through my head every second of my consciousness. I’m afraid to wonder what my dreams are about, and glad I rarely recall them.
Part of me is confused, and concerned about what the future holds. And the rest of me is looking at a mountain of opportunity.
I just have to figure out how to climb it.