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Everything is on track with my husband’s RCMP application. We’ll have pass or fail status on his testing starting in March. So, as of now, I’m working under the assumption that he will be going to Depot and I will be fending for myself, at least physically.

I know, I know, I said I wasn’t fully behind his decision to become an RCMP officer, but I’m a good wife, at least in spirit.

June is fast approaching, and I have some decisions to make.

I’ve decided that in September, I’d like to go back to school. I applied to the University of Victoria, for their BFA in Writing. I’m in the midst of trying to determine whether or not I’m going to do it as a Major (Creative Writing) and a Minor (Professional Writing), or just a Major. However, in order to do that, I need to have money set aside for tuition and housing, neither are particularly cheap.

So, I’m planning on doing the good ol’ Walk of Shame and moving back in with my parents. At 22. And married. They’re really excited for it because I haven’t actually lived with them since I was 18 and never really had any issues with staying with them. It’s not that I don’t think it will be a good experience, it’s just that: a) I will not have a car; b) I will lack a sense of independence; c) Juniper is a lot farther away from civilization than I prefer.

Kamloops will be a good place for me to be while Mike is in Regina: surrounded by family and friends is better than being alone in a city that I barely know. I will, however, miss the excitement of living in the big city and being able to get anywhere in half an hour, even by transit. Transit in Kamloops is… lame. And time consuming.

At any rate, after Kamloops will be UVic. I hope.

Anyway, that’s about all I can think of tonight. I’d love to write more, but I’m way too ill. Time to sleep off the cold and hope to high hell that I’m better tomorrow.

Those who know me, know me as an artist; somewhere between a wild child/hippy and a geek. I have always been driven by my own goals. I have the type of attitude where I dare someone to tell me do differently. I don’t take to authority very well, unless it’s my parents… and that’s only because they’ve earned being my authority. Don’t get me wrong, I listen to the ones in charge. I respect them. I just don’t warm to them.

I want to be the kind of woman that is never going to be tamed. I’m not mother material right now; I love my nieces and nephews but only because when they piss me off, I can give them back. I’m married, but I’m 22. I’m sensitive, fiercely intellectual, and ambitious. I will not settle for anything less than number one. I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve, fallen in love with an amazing man. You’d think I’d have everything figured out by now.

And yet, here I am: finding myself somewhere between certainty and chaos.

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