So, I have to sell my concert tickets, stop my French lessons, and abandon my pottery class…because I was just offered a curator position at a museum in British Columbia and they want me to start next month.
Apparently all I needed to do to secure employment was to start living my life here.
Its way north, too, which is kind of scary. Oh, and I’m driving cross country. Expect a video blog of that.
More later, too tired from my excusion to write anymore.