I'm on a plane right now flying from Calgary to Kelowna. Would you believe me if I said that only 2 hours ago I had no idea that I'd be on a plane tonight?
Today is Tuesday. My original plan was to drive to Kelowna on Thursday, but since the highways were looking pretty sketchy, I decided to fly instead. Being the daughter of a westjet employee, I get to fly standby..which means that flights are ridiculously cheap. It also means that my life is more often than not a clusterfucked ball of stress and pigeon shit when I do attempt to travel. This was one of those times.
Thursday's flight booked up and sold out, as did the rest of the flights that day. I spent my sporadic short breaks at work trying to get rid of my TWO different 8 hour shifts on Wednesday (I call this my sacrificial hump day in which I slave 19 hours in order to have Sundays off) and I finally succeeded, only to have all flights for Wednesday sell out as well. So now I'm at work, an hour away from my apartment, scheduled to work til 9:15, I have nothing but the uniform on my back, and the only possible flight I can get out on is at 10pm tonight. Fuck.
Anyway, as I'm sure you can imagine, it all worked out. I called my roommate with a list of things to throw in a bag for me, got Marva to drive to my apartment and pick it up and drive it all the freaking way up north to my work, I left work 15 minutes early leaving one of the poor stylists like a deer in headlights to run the front desk, and somehow managed to get my ass in a seat by the skin of my teeth just in time.
Once, just ONCE, I'd love to fly confirmed. I laugh at the people who act all stressed out who fly confirmed. Just kidding. (But not really.)
I'm really looking forward to this long weekend in Kelowna. Going back there often depresses me a little because it kind of tears up my heart and makes me wonder where my home truly is. It's always hard to revisit old memories and to feel comfortable in the safety net of your parents house and your childhood neighborhood...only to be thrown back into the hurricane mess of your own life in another province a few days later.
Things have been rough lately. Between financial snags and emotional relationships and struggles with school and work and sickness..it's been a little much. I've never looked or felt more physically and mentally exhausted in my life. 110 hours a week is spreading me way too thin, and I am losing focus and unable to reach my full potential in either school or work. My health is poor and I'm truly losing my mind, in every sense. On top of all that, my lease is being terminated by my landlords in 27 days, and I just found out yesterday. So I somehow have to figure out a new living situation now too.
I know things will eventually come together and all work out..as they always do..but that doesn't make me feel much better right now. I'm hoping these few days in Kelowna will help to recharge me and give me a chance to breathe and regain some positive focus and inspiration.
I really just can't wait to hug my beagle and get on a hiking trail tomorrow.
xo ac
