Plane time

Haven't had a moment to post in all the mayhem, but we're minutes from boarding and looking so forward to getting a move on. Also, I'm pretty hungry....I could use a meal, even airplane quality.

Tomorrow we land, sleep a few hours and then head straight out to see Miles Kane and Kasabian at the O2 Arena. Needless to say, I'm losing my mind over Miles Kane. He released my favourite album of 2011.

I think we've had such a good send off and with how much technology we actually use, I don't feel like I'll be too far from the people I love. Sorry I didn't cry more - I know I was expected to sob a la my usual, but I'm just feeling so loved and that it's going to be no time before I see you all again!

Off to the plane...and a drink or two...

December 7th?!

Ok, I'm not quite sure when December 7th rolled in....I didn't think it was so....Decembery already. I did spend all of last weekend absorbing a ridiculous amount of roller derby at the World Cup in Toronto, so I missed four days of real life. And I've come home with a technicolour snot-inducing illness. I'd really prefer to not be sick as the countdown ticks away.

There are a couple of things I really want to get off my chest, but I don't have time to bang it all out this morning. Our house is being shown to potential renters, so I need to do one more thorough inspection and then get out of here. As a side note: I don't think I ever want to sell my house; this is already so much work and it's just for renters.

The newest thought plaguing me these past couple of days is that I'm terrified. More specifically, I'm terrified of the prospect of trying to find a job in a new city that is already experiencing employment issues and recession. I haven't been responsible for finding a new job in over four years. And the type of job I'm leaving is not one in a field that is transferable. I don't now how much I'm actually worth in the job market and my current job cannot be used as a reflection of my actual earning potential (no, seriously, you'd have to understand the history to realise I'm not just blowing my own horn here). So yeah. I'm terrified.

James keeps telling me we'll have enough money to live off of and won't need to worry too much at first, but I'm very aware of how poorly I did when I was poor. I don't want to go back there....or even to have those feelings. Let's be honest here too: we're not well off. In fact, we're pretty low on the spectrum compared to other couples we know, but we also don't live outside our means, making it much easier to survive on the income we have. Without me working, I just get scared that we'll feel the pinch of our situation and have to forego certain opportunities that I'd rather be in a position to take.Blah blah blah, money.

Blah blah blah everyone has problems. I better get moving so that I'm not lurking around when our potential renters show up.