O Fortuna spins its lovely wheel

And by doing so, lands me pretty much right where I started–with a difference, of course.

As you’re reading this, I’m just about to leave the house to start my first day at my new day job–not in Toronto, either. If anyone’s noticed a certain level of frantic quality that’s permeated the joint, endless back-and-forth on buses is the primary reason (though the good news is that I got a hell of a lot of reading done.)

I’m not sure what it means, returning to the city I grew up in and can’t seem to shake. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. But I know this: the last three months were an education. Sometimes incredibly enjoyable, and other times very much the opposite. There’s something about an ever-diminishing bank account and increasing difficulty in finding employment that sharpens one’s priorities and puts things in much-needed perspective. Like the fact that, more than ever, I want to write. And will continue to do so. It’ll mean time management of massive proportions, but what the hell. I always like a challenge.

There won’t be a dropoff in posts today thanks to the wonder of weekend pre-posting (stay tuned for another one of my insanely long essays in the early afternoon.) But things may grow quieter for the rest of the week as I get my schedule set and work in much-needed breaks from the computer, and–gasp–a social life.  Wish me luck. I think I’m going to need it.