Watching it all float away
Been here since 7pm. Not leaving till 7am. Only 1am. It has been sometime since I spent the night in an airport. I’m in Calgary International again with no body here but the astronaut floating calmly over the escalator.
If I were a normal person I guess I’d be pissed off that I’m spending the next 12 hours curled across these two pleather sofa chairs, but alas I’m not, I’m probably the happiest I’ve been in a month. Though I’ve shattered my life more than a couple of times passing through these gates here at YYC, nothing lifts me up higher than settling into the airport, bag in tow, with the fresh smell of a new magazine unrolling in my hands (flavour of this trip? Wired magazine). I may not be flying on to my next adventure yet but I’m certainly preparing for it. With a new job at Semadic waiting for me back in Victoria for the first time in a few years I won’t be sitting in a classroom come fall. I’ll be a 9 to 5 man, and while my mother is less than thrilled I’m taking on an internship instead of studying, I am ecstatic. I will return to school, I know that, but I am also hoping this turns out to be a 8 month placement rather than a 4 month because though I love my program I really do miss crossing borders. So here’s hoping that this time next year Ill either be walking through here with a diploma in hand or crossing through customs debt free.