For the last couple of months I have been keeping a diary of observations. It all started with an accidental murder of my beloved pet... but more about that in another entry.
What I realized during the months since I have been writing, is that writing is part of who I am, always was and always will be. Now it has awakened in me a sort of hunger for writing which, if I nurture and develop it can feed my life with passion and purpose.
As of last November I have been a hermit for two full years, this kind of removal from society is bound to come with takeaways and observations which used to escape me in my extrovert days.
Recently, my partner, who we will refer to as Captain Franklin was offered a job in Bermuda. We signed all of the papers and sold all our stuff. We moved in to Mom's basement while waiting for the work permit. For the last three months we have been hanging onto every word from the employer. All was going great and we passed all of the tests only to be told that unfortunately, the immigration department did not approve our application. Apparently they found someone local who could be trained to do the job.
What better day than to start a blog of societal observations? A day of dashed hopes and destroyed dreams... A day of gratitude for the lessons we learned and a day of great sadness. We had our whole hearts in this venture only to be told that it is not happening... this time. The recruiter would like to keep us on his roster and search for another opportunity by the beautiful blue sea... The question is: will we ever allow that kind of hope back into our hearts? Will we open up just to have our hopes dashed again like broken glass?
Only time will tell. This is indeed an auspicious day to start this. Maybe tomorrow I will tell you how I feel about it all... maybe tomorrow I will know...
PS: Wonder why I refer to my partner as Captain Franklin? It was from an allegorical story he wrote about our experience where he was referred to as Captain B.S. Franklin, I was the first officer referred to as Bosom Mate Evenson and our parrot was a Pionus First Class Cora Jane.
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