02/27/2023
I'm in a very weird place right now. It's a great place to be, but it's weird.
This time next week I'll be in the air somewhere, working my way to Ushuaia for a long-awaited Antarctic adventure. After that, it's an indefinite amount of time exploring South America before I head back to Canada. If I head back, that is. Where I'll end up when I'm back is something that Vegas casinos are starting to take bets on, but for now, I'm thinking I'm saying goodbye to the Lower Mainland. We'll see. I'm not brave or confident enough to state anything definitive at this point. I want a new career, and I want somewhere new to live. I'll say that much.
Since coming back to the mainland after the Christmas holidays, I've lived with this "air of the unknown." Knowing that I was in an Airbnb for two months, knowing that my show of four years was coming to an end, knowing that I'm about to embark on, for me, what I hope will be one of the greatest stories I've ever told, I've been dealing in a lot of change. A lot of "last times." Of course, life being the way it is, you never know when the last time for anything really will be. But I'm still alive as of this post, so until I'm not, I'll let myself think that certain things might be "the last" if only for a while.
Yesterday, I walked the seawall for the last time. I took self-portraits in my New West home for the last time. I'm about to go for a walk in the sun while smoking a joint and listening to a podcast for the last time. I'm five sleeps away from potentially living in the Lower Mainland for the last time. And when I have a bath later tonight, it might be the last time I'm comfortable for a very, very long time.
I'm fu***ng ready.
