Routine

There's not a whole lot to write about right now... I seem to be living life, living up to a new found "routine." The funny thing is, that is one thing that has been lacking for quite some time now, some sense of normality and routine. I think in a funny little way I'm happy to have found it once again... I get up, go to work, do my thing, have lunch, finish up the day, go home, go to the gym maybe, and then chill with the roommates. I've been feeling a bit more relaxed I think, becoming more comfortable talking to my foreign companions on a daily basis. I also think my French is improving which helps.

While there are times where I wonder if I'm doing well at work, I have no real reason to think that I'm not doing well right now. I've discovered what's really missing from my working life is a real artist critique like I had been used to having at Champlain. Where we would pick ever little detail apart and decide what are good aspects and what are not. I haven't really got that here, I'm just typically told when they like something and when to change a part of it. It's a bit different but I also think it's because English isn't their first language, and with a limited vocabulary it can be hard sometimes. So I can't help but think that if I wasn't doing well I would have been told by now I think...

It's been sort of fun having a little extra time now and then, I was actually able to complete a book the other day and start on a new one. If you know me at all you know my mind never really stops going so I've also been thinking a lot about a story I've been meaning to write. While I haven't had a lot of time to commit to it, I had worked on the beginning a little while back. I think I'm going to end this post with the first paragraph (because I really like it hehe), let me know what you think and if you want to know more you know how to reach me =)

Peace!

(and let it be known that if this is owned and created by Wesley Knee and don't try to steal it... I'll find you...)

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They say that the first lines of any story, gives the reader an insight into the rest of the book. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," "It is truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife," "Call me Ismael..."I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression of my story. This is no epic, no guaranteed happy endings, the boy won't find the girl, and this is certainly no bedtime story. I can only promise you my story, told through my eyes, and therefor equally jaded... be sure to take that under consideration if you chose to read on. I've been called a great many things in my short life; brother, student, friend, thief, beggar, coward, orphan... although many titles have been passed my way there is one thing I can say for certain... I am a lost boy.