Chocolate Goodbyes

There's all these little steps into letting go, from enjoying the last bite of my Canadian brought dark Cadbury's chocolate, the finishing of my Safeway organic peanut butter, soon to let go of my winter clothes. Little steps of moving on, further away from Canada, from the body memories of there. My skin replenishes itself with Kiwi flavours.

I've moved from my flat, and now back in hostels. Cheap 10 bed stinky moist dorm but it's quite nice in ways. Just really moist from all our bodies and breath and really chilly last night with bottom bunk constant movement. Great kitchen and bathrooms though! I'm at Aspen, this time. Like you care. But I am. It's cheap too! YAY, as I prepare and hope and get nervous of dooms, to finally getting out of here for a ski journey.

I'm taking a break from too little hours, with now 3 jobs. ;) Yah, I really need a break, hey?! hehehe

I feel that this is going to shift things quite a bit. I've been feeling a mighty powerful inner movement to get out and explore.... I've been feeling like I'm at the starting gate, itching to run, see, explore, ADVENTURE, but tethering a great power with words of cold, wait for camping weather, wait for cash flow...wait... But I came to ski, and while I"ve made so little towards funds, I'm going to go live a bit of the ski-bum dream... Enshallah! Spirit Willing! Wed.... (or Thursday if there is a delay, or... well...

Feels like now is the last chance for a getaway. Work is going very well, and really looking towards making some decent money. We're looking at moving locations, and they know completely that they are looking to stay open now, because I am here, because we have the manager and me as a team, because I know about marketing, about the product, because I am outselling all history, because we could maybe actually get a profit going... So they understand I need hours, and to be able to focus on this job, rather than on hardly making enough to pay rent and eat and having to do two other jobs to support my hard work and skills here... I'm also getting worn out from it. It's coming together, though... and shall that continue, I will be happily busy into spring. Perhaps through summer. I would happily work here for my Kiwi stay.

Speaking of kiwis. This morning at the supermarket I mentioned about being able to eat the skin of kiwis. The lad blushed and said "Kiwi fruit"... Kiwis are the people. hehehe.

Anyhow, I've got the markets for 'work' too, and love it. Fresh air, yoga dancing playing on the grass, giving guidance and breathing sunshine... And option to do tarot and massage at my wee table on a park walkway during the week, or to keep this reception position at the high end spa/hotel here.... that last one falls away in my mind, with such a lofty cost to clients being so slightly and meagrely trickled down to the workers, yet so much "WORK"...

Travelling...

Oh ps: that cut is getting better, though I've annoyingly had to go in every day for bandage changes. Cutting into any chance to go walk - partially cause most of last week walking really hurt. grrrr. Which very intensely makes me miss cuddles and having my hair played with... Also part of traveling.