Life is exciting in that there are big changes coming up, but I haven’t really experienced any changes yet. Except perhaps for a sudden nostalgia for my neighbourhood and friends, and the worry that I’m losing something in all of this. I’m even getting a little teary-eyed at times.

My new overlords have been slow in sending me information about my relocation package so I haven’t been to Kelowna yet to look at apartments or started packing or anything. Nor do I know my starting date and when I’m moving. Craigslist suggests I’m going to be paying tons more in rent for less space, which is a bit disconcerting; I know Marpole is uncool but it is still Vancouver and the west side at that, so the mind boggles at paying more to live 6 hours further from downtown than my current location. Someone once told me that the universe doesn’t revolve around Granville and Robson but I don’t believe that.

A carpenter came through my place yesterday to plan out a complete redo of the kitchen and bathroom, because the next person deserves decent plumbing while I obviously didn’t. At least it made me feel all ghetto in the meantime, with flakes of latex paint stuck to my ass after soaks in the tub. And I wonder what it’s like to have a dishwasher.

I’m hoping to get news tomorrow about my future so I can start making plans. I’ve been feeling kind of stagnant for the past week; I know that I’m moving but I don’t know when, and I haven’t seen my new office or any workmates as all the interviews were over the phone. I don’t know what Kelowna looks like (except for photos online) or what it’s like to live there, and it’s been a long time since I felt Okanagan heat. I do like fruit, though. Too bad wine gets me sloshed so quickly.