I'm hoping for what Minus is hoping for
I'm also hoping I get the part-time night shift UPS package handler job I just applied for, because when I move that would fit perfectly in with school and the 10 fire shifts I'll have to do each month as part of my residency agreement.
I'm thinking tommorow might suck at work, and hoping boss lets us have the weekend off. Because DAMMIT, the lakes are frozen, and I. Want. To. Ice Fish. And Saturday looks like it'll be perfect. I hear a freakin' monster slob of a Northern Pike taunting me in the night, waiting to be lured in with the promise of tasty bait and pulled from the water >.>
As far as remembering goes, as my move approaches I'm remembering the past two years I've had here and how big a change they've been. I'm reminiscing on the times we got chased down by bees at work, the times we've gone fishing. How scared I was at first when my more experienced fire dept. buddy and I attended a training event involving a controlled burn trailer, and we went in for our first round.
Thinking how much I'm going to miss that buddy. Though we'll keep in touch.
Thinking how I'm going to miss it here, even though I still don't feel like a totally included member of society. I don't know everybody like the natives do, even though I know a lot of people...and in this small town that still puts sort of a barrier up to how far you can go with your social circle. Oh well.
Life carries on.