Perspective...

There's nothing like getting in contact with old friends to put things in perspective. I wrote to an old friend today. We lost contact while she was training in Ottawa with foreign affairs. This was a couple of years ago. I sent her off an email and heard back from her. She's working for an embassy someplace warm and sunny - a popular destination spot. Her housing is provided - she's single and living in a four bathroom apartment (no idea how many bedrooms...I can only imagine). She's learning Spanish. Sounds like things are going well for her. And really, I truly am very happy for her. She's worked hard to get where she is. Her life hasn't been all sunshine and roses. She really does deserve good things.

But on the other hand, here I sit in a city I just moved to, where I know only a handful of people and I'm essentially rootless. I don't have a real "home". PEI hasn't been home in years, I made a home and family in Montreal and then uprooted myself to come here to Toronto. In many ways the right decision but a lonely one. I don't have a job. The job search is depressing me. I don't have a "career" to speak of. And I don't seem to be making any progress in finding one. Yeah, yeah, I know. Poor me, blah, blah, blah. Quit feeling sorry for myself and all that crap. I'm just feeling isolated and blah today.

But at least my SIL didn't move in with me this weekend and her dog hasn't peed on my floor about a dozen times in three days like my friend.

It's all about perspective right?