Final Thoughts On My Year in Lethbridge

It looks like I am on schedule to pull out sometime tomorrow morning. I have decided to meander through southern Saskatchewan rather than race to the border as I am leaving a couple of days earlier than planned. I’ll therefore be overnighting at the Walmart in Swift Current tomorrow.

I’ve been asked a number of times about how ready I feel about leaving, with the meaning being “How sick are you of Lethbridge?”

The answer is that I am not sick of Lethbridge, but I am ready to go. I know that what I needed to do here has been done and it’s time to move on to new challenges. My being here has not been unbearable and if I needed to stay a while longer, that would be fine. But I have come to a point where I feel that I would gain nothing more here.

As I wrote at the beginning of winter, I very much believe that we all have a life plan. I can always tell when I’m following that plan or not; the further I get from it, the more chaotic my life feels. When I am firmly on it, like I am today, I am awash with a feeling of serenity. When I ignore the niggle at the back of my brain, as I’ve done several times in the last three and a half years, I feel uneasy, worried, and out of control.

My time in Lethbridge has allowed me to gain professional growth that I truly believe I would never have had in my old life because I wouldn’t have believed myself capable of the challenges of management. When I last saw my boss, he confessed to me that it was only the office manager’s urging that allowed for me to take charge of the apartment complex starting in late June. He trusted her that I would grow into the position. I feel that it took me till well into November to really feel comfortable with the job. But he said that he knew by the end of July that I was going do great in the position! I appreciate so much that I was allowed to make mistakes and that my judgment was trusted. My feelings for this company are difficult to put into words. I am just so happy to have worked for it for the last nine months and am still in disbelief that I have such a wonderful tangible reminder of how I felt while working for them.

The personal growth that came from this job is also immeasurable. I was finally able to let go of my need to be liked and that enabled me to be respected. What an adventure and a half that was! I have finished a rough draft of the little ebook I’ve promised about my winter adventures and I hope to have it out shortly!

The idea of Travels with Miranda isn’t just of physical travels, but also of a journey of the soul, of a half-baked person seeking to find her true voice. So often we get lost in the minutia of daily life and others’ expectations for our life that we never learn to grow into our person. I am returning to Quebec very confident and ready to hold my head high against those folks who measure success in financial statements and who told me that I was throwing away my life. Oh, I did do that, and look at the life I am now living!

I have a ton more stuff to move back into the rig and an apartment to clean, so I’m off to do a final burst. Departure tomorrow is scheduled for 11ish, but no sooner than when an order of Jody’s muffins arrives. 🙂 I’ll post before I take off, then it will depend on cell coverage in Saskatchewan, which is spotty at best.

 

Thoroughly Spoiled!

This past winter was the first in my life where life wasn’t a struggle and that I was snug and warm in even the coldest temperatures. I knew that getting back into the RV would take some readjusting, but I seriously underestimated how cold it would get in there last night! I woke up around 6 and turned on the heat, but what I really needed was an extra blanket, which was in The Apartment. I don’t like to sleep with my electric blanket on, so that was out of the question. I still had a better (quieter, darker, restful) night than I’ve had in months and the cold meant snuggly cats! Oh, it’s good to be home!

I made coffee at home this morning (yay for propane, which boils water about 10 billion times faster than electric coils) and poured it into my to-go mug to take to the Apartment. I’ll focus on doing my bookkeeping this morning, then run last minute errands this afternoon. For one thing, I don’t want to forget to pick up my last pay cheque! I’m sore from all the work yesterday, but I really can’t take it easy today. I know I have way more to do than it looks like.

As an update to yesterday’s woes, a good soak with water got the toilet flapper working, and then I lubed it with veggie oil. So except for a leaky tap, it looks like I’m good to go.

I Love Living in a Bilingual Country

I was hanging out in the office this morning when the phone rang. Quebec came up on the call display, so I suspected it was BMO calling me about a fax I sent them a couple of days ago.

It was.

And I just loved the pregnant pause when I answered in English and the person on the other end of the line was dumbfounded by the realisation that she had just called Alberta and she didn’t speak a word of English. A quick “Bonjour!” on my part got the ball rolling, but I bet those were two of the longest seconds in that woman’s life!

Is There a Better Ending Than a Wedding?

When I started at my apartment management job late last June, I was amused to discovered that my grumpy maintenance man is a romantic at heart and deeply in love with his Thai girlfriend here on a temporary work visa. The future was uncertain, but they were working on getting her permanent resident status (PR) and hoped to marry in a few years time.

Fast forward seven months, and they were able to get married a couple of weeks ago. They had a civil ceremony at home but planned to have a big party with all their friends and family a little while later. They had considered the summer, but wanted me to be there, so the party was held last night. What a wonderful affair! The mostly Thai food the bride cooked was delicious, the music was lively, and all my work friends past and present were there. It was so lovely to see the couple looking so happy and in love.

It’s been a very, very long time since I last went out for drinks and entertainment, so I will confess that I stayed out late, made a fool of myself on the dance floor, imbibed a little too much, and was glad that I made the decision to go to the party in a cab. 🙂

In the next few weeks, I will be helping with getting the immigration papers typed up, my wedding present to them. I am amused that part of the process is just like that in American films where folks are trying to get green cards, in that Citizenship and Immigration Canada want photos and other proof that they are a true couple and didn’t just marry so she can get her PR. All I can say is that this the real thing and makes me realise that love can be complicated and messy, but it’s worth the journey.

 

A Welcome Phone Call

Just as I was beginning to lose hope that I would have my health issues resolved by April, the phone rang this morning and it was the sleep clinic! They wanted to see me this afternoon! Needless to say, I shut down early; I didn’t want to miss my chance!

The sleep clinic was like visiting a dentist’s office or an optometrist, a lovely and serene space where you are met on time instead of the outdated decor and long waiting times at a doctor’s office.

I answered a brief questionnaire and this confirmed that going through some tests will be worth the exercise. I was taught how to use a device that I will sleep with tonight. It will monitor and record how I breathe throughout the night. I need to bring it back tomorrow and I will know within a week if I need a CPAP machine. I haven’t quite figured out yet how I’m going to finance such a purchase (short of actually financing it), but I’ll cross that bridge if and when I get there. It was just a relief to finally be sitting in a room with a sympathetic expert who doesn’t think I’m a hypochondriac.

Who knows, the long years of nighttime being a waste of my time could be drawing to a close…