As the familiarity of my homeland is sinking in I am still finding in hard to believe that I was in Texas yesterday. This morning hit me particularly hard, because nothing here is mine, and my place among these things is makeshift at best. Spending the night having my face swatted at by one of my all-too-gracious host’s fur demons didn’t help.
The next task is finding a job and finding myself a new place, wherever it may be. I’ll be getting myself a new phone number tomorrow. I did a lot of panicking before the move, and wonder if that is what helped the flight, trip through customs and arrival in Toronto go so smoothly for me; or if I simply did a lot of worrying for nothing.
I have to find myself a new job as soon as possible, but the question is what is between now and my eventual success? I think of the box of Smarties I had earlier and know that the answer is fear itself.
They taste remarkably the same.
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