Energy is all I feel of late. This powerful drive I have been experiencing lately will ultimately end up with my goal becoming reality. That’s right folks; I am once again Calgary-bound. This is something which is still attainable. I will simply have to substitute a Quebec bigot with an Albertan Redneck. There will not be any lack of misery there. I am aware that going to Calgary is going to be hard. It requires intense planning and effort.
Newsflash: everything i do requires a degree of planning and effort, from getting up in the morning to my final transfer of the day. I’m living in an unenviable situation, to say the least. I know that I am capable of doing this now. The current move I’m facing was the spark for my grand plan to shift my reality west. It is now in full force, if for no other reason, because there i was a success. So salut la visite mes amis! I have every intention of taking as many readers along as possible
The impending move (though I must take a moment to give credit to the borough of Forrest Hill/Westmount–It turned into a convenient spot for me and may one day see my return) I was facing, even though it would be local, would, in the end, require more work. If I plan a move, irrespective of distance, I would not want to live like a college freshman (again). Going to Calgary is the added cost of a plane ticket, a 36-month long monthly payment for furniture and electronics. Bonus: everything will be delivered to my new apartment. In NW Calgary, near Foothills, close to U of C. This is something that is mine and mine alone (who likes Calgary??) These are but hen scratches–I do in fact have full plans. As well as contacts at the Calgary MS Clinic. I also know a pharmacist, know a physio and an OT, have arranged the Nursing Care I require so that it is easily migrated, have a dentist, know people tha can help me move a TV…and the list goes on.
Calgary is just where stuff happened to me. My original intention was BC, but in the City that oil & gas built, in a province that was run by a man who drank oil and ate gold, I found a home. I hate hippies anyway. Alberta is full of hard working people who, are just as likely to be displaced from elsewhere. I like Alberta. I used to WIN in Calgary… I ain’t got much, as it were…