Nostalgia
"Fuckin' traitor, I don't have to listen to you anymore. You're like the Littlest Hobo, you come in here and fix everything and then leave again."-Co-worker on my last full day at this job
I used to love that show. At least I think I did. All I really remember is the theme song and that the Hobo would literally stroll into town, right some wrongs, do some stunts and take off again at the end of every episode, sequaying almost seamlessly into the end credits.
Hmm. That takes me back.
I'm packed, for the most part. I have a place in Cold Lake lined up for living while I work the new job. People are confused by this, because if I'm so close to home, why wouldn't I just live there? There are a lot of angles. There always are for me. The simplest answer is I don't want to burn myself out driving and spending all my money on fuel. The other side is, Diane and I are used to having our own spaces, so this is a way of transitioning that merging of our lives again. We've spent so much time apart, I know we've drifted apart a little. We're both independant, and we're both distant. Sometimes her more than me. This is an easy way, I think, to bring us back together. *crosses fingers*
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that fuel one is huge. My dad drives from Agassiz to Chilliwack (which isn't far) and he pays a shitload in money.
I know. The price of gas here is $1.07/L and we make the shit.
wow. gas here is 1.19/L but then we import the shit. :P
It used to take $35 to fill my gas tank; last week it cost me $58. I can just imagine driving up to Alberta. I'll weep.
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