Sorry about the bout of silence since finishing the fifteen parts of my tale of woe. Quite a read though, eh!

Anyways, I’ve kept myself reasonably occupied. Anyone who works would probably not be able to relate to the busyness of someone unemployed: the day starts with a morning jog, followed by breakfast, followed by the gym, and by golly if it isn’t 2pm by then so the day’s practically gone, with barely enough time to do mundane day-to-day stuff before settling in for the night.

I have an added layer of busyness attached however, because tomorrow, I am:

Moving to Canada.

So I’ve been busy packing and sorting out my affairs in this country before I jump ship to another. Again, sorry about the silence, but… priorities.

Canada will be great for me. On one side of the coin, you’ve got the fact that I’m already at my parents’ house (aka the easiest to leave from) so don’t have a lease. Plus I don’t have a job, and little in the way of commitments to keep me here.  Yes, yes, boo hoo how depressing.

On the flipside of the coin, I’ve been through a lot of trauma recently, and it’ll be grand for me to lay down new memories. The way I see it is: if I went and got myself another job and another apartment here in Melbourne, it couldn’t help but be in the shadow of the accident. As in, “Aw look at Josh – even after the accident he managed to get himself another job / apartment.” Fuck that. I’m kinda over being a victim of it.

So I’m going to Canada, where I’ll at least be starting new – and there won’t be remnants of my near-fatal turn hanging round every corner.

I’ll be blogging from Toronto from here on in, so strap yourself in for the ride while I experience America’s hat.