i want to be a nurse in africa ... or a ballerina




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Two years ago - almost to the day - I was doing this very same thing. It's really one of my favourite activities: Making lists.



I have the "to buy", "to pack", and the customary "to do" lists currently on the go. From what I can tell, thanks to a drastic shortage of sick children in the Ontario health care system as of late and its subsequent effect on my employment situation, I am more than on track to being fully prepared for my departure in less than one month. One would expect that such an exquisite display of organization and planning would cause me to be feeling nothing short of smug with myself.


Unfortunately, I can't help but wonder my lists are so short. And why, despite my persistence in attempting to make them longer, I continue to cross off items at a pace that should be the envy of procrastinators everywhere. It seems like it should be harder.

Maybe, the excitement of how I am going to spend the next three months is completely overshadowing the fact that spending 45 minutes on the phone arguing with a FIDO representative is typically less than enjoyable.

Maybe, it is just plain easier the second time around

Or maybe, I am going to get to Togo and realize that I did everything wrong and have to suffer three mascara & high-quality pen-free months. I'll keep you posted....

Two years ago - almost to the day - I was doing this very same thing. It's really one of my favourite activities: Making lists.



I have the "to buy", "to pack", and the customary "to do" lists currently on the go. From what I can tell, thanks to a drastic shortage of sick children in the Ontario health care system as of late and its subsequent effect on my employment situation, I am more than on track to being fully prepared for my departure in less than one month. One would expect that such an exquisite display of organization and planning would cause me to be feeling nothing short of smug with myself.


Unfortunately, I can't help but wonder my lists are so short. And why, despite my persistence in attempting to make them longer, I continue to cross off items at a pace that should be the envy of procrastinators everywhere. It seems like it should be harder.

Maybe, the excitement of how I am going to spend the next three months is completely overshadowing the fact that spending 45 minutes on the phone arguing with a FIDO representative is typically less than enjoyable.

Maybe, it is just plain easier the second time around

Or maybe, I am going to get to Togo and realize that I did everything wrong and have to suffer three mascara & high-quality pen-free months. I'll keep you posted....