Although this picture looks like it was taken sometime in the late 70's/early 80's, I can assure you it was taken this weekend. At a place that feels like a bit of a time warp itself: Salt Spring Island. I was even eating a Wild Rose Gelato...which was gelato made out of roses (something hippies would have eaten in the 70's). Now, I've never eaten a rose before, so I didn't know what to expect, but it tastes like it smells. Maybe more like how rose-soap would smell. And tasted curiously good. Not that I've eaten soap...except that time I taught my friend a swear word (no wait, that was A Christmas Story).
Anyhoo, I know I just blogged about Salt Spring, but working and going to SS is all I have been doing for the last few weeks...and I'm happy with it. In fact, I'm going back here AGAIN this friday. And I don't think I'm getting sick of it anytime soon.
You see, I'm having some trouble getting used to working 9-5 (well 10-6 for me)...I never thought I would be in an office job (in fact, I looked down on them in disdain)... and even though this isn't your typical office job (interviewing Quentin "F" Tarantino doesn't come easily), I am still in an office for most of the day. So, most of the week, I am not doing the things I would rather be doing (ie, hanging out, doing nothing) and thus I feel stifled.
So how can I get more out of my life, trying to balance having one with going to work? Well, routine is one thing. And moving downtown (2 weeks baby!) is another...my commute will be cut in half and I'll actually be in the state of mind to get out and do something.
But until then, I'm going to keep getting on that ferry and sailing off into the wild blue yonder. Cuz a well-used weekend can do wonders for the rest of your work week.