Last night I played the latest round of 'try out this suck-ass job'...which had me driving around the suburbs of Vancouver in a 30 year-old cube van, painting lines on parking lots. The evening's journeys took me near where I used to live in Burnaby, which, under the flourescent illumination of parking-lot orange, looked even more squalid. (Is that a word? If it isn't, it is now.)
I was getting a bit down until I realized something: I don't live there anymore. I kinda miss the park where I used to run underneath the 200 year old trees, but believe me, that's the only thing worth missing about that place. So I'm thankful.
I'm thankful I don't have filthy roommates with annoying cats.
I'm thankful that I live 4 blocks from the ocean...yes The Ocean...in a place I can pretty much afford. It's not perfect...multiple dogs tap-dancing over my head, it's frickin' freezing, but I'm trying to make what it is better for the relatively little time I spend here.
I'm thankful I have friends like my friend Sharon who's having me babysit her TV, couch,VCR and other stuff.
I'm thankful I haven't been painting parking lots every night for the past 5 years.
I'm thankful I realized that I don't ever want to do it again. And thankful for the tiny financial cushion I have right now that allows me to say 'I'm not going to.'
I'm thankful for Natasha, who in her 12 years is my life's blessing.
And I'm thankful for anyone that reads this. Both of you.
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