So. I moved.
I couldn’t find work. Started looking at Halifax as a possibility. Visited it. Loved it. Went back home for a few weeks to find an apartment in Hali / tie up remaining loose ends / pack up my things. Then I drove here with my car stuffed full.
It was a two-day drive. Have been exhausted since I arrived 11 days ago. But good exhaustion. Been busy settling in bit by bit. Cleaning the apartment / unpacking / figuring out where to park at what times so that I don’t get a ticket / job searching everywhere / nailing all my job interviews / catching up on correspondence with friends family and job prospects from inside my car while I’m parked in a shopping centre’s parking lot (to avoid parking tickets) / getting lost every single time I drive somewhere because I still don’t know which streets are one-ways or which ones you can’t turn on (even though my natural excellent sense of direction is still intact) / contacting anyone I may know here / allotting myself Social Network Building Days (because that is especially very important when starting in a new place. No one likes to be alone) / getting a local phone setup / arranging for the plumbing to be fixed in my bathroom so I don’t have a massive floor puddle every time the faucet runs / going to museums / checking out live music / touring around to find where places are / trying with great effort to keep my ass warm while I sleep on an inflatable mattress (a task that’s pretty much impossible) / trying to be oblivious to the massive spiders that lurk around on exterior walls / periodically remind myself to take photos / force myself to socialize at every opportunity even if I’m tired / explore explore explore / dress up for a Halloween party / dancing with new friends.
And it’s paying off. I had my first day at a job yesterday (part-time work). I have another job interview today. And other interviews and second interviews coming up.
Soon my furniture arrives and I’ll get to sleep on a regular mattress again – one that isn’t freezing on the ass. And in 10 days it’s my birthday. I’ll be 29. I’ll go celebrate for sure, in some way.
Last year at my birthday I was in my most very worn-out period of chemo. It was 1 week after my final chemo dose, so I was in the thick of the onslaught of side effects. I slowly managed to bake myself a birthday cake. I think it took 2 days to do it – from finding a recipe, to slowly gathering the ingredients, to baking it. Oh my gawd, why on earth didn’t I just ask someone else to do it? It was SO hard for me to do that.
As a comparison, packing up my things & driving for two days to Halifax & carrying everything into my apartment myself & cleaning the whole apartment first & then unpacking, was about ONE THIRD the effort it took to bake that cake. That’s how exhausting chemo is. And I could hardly taste it because my taste buds were like fried from the chemo. Bleh.
So ya, I’m definitely experiencing good exhaustion right now
And I LOVE Halifax! ❤