HOLY CHRIST WHAT A WASTE OF TIME.

I'm still very, very distantly glad I took a dive and tried making a big jump... but I want to go home and have wanted to go home for, say, 6 months now?
I am sure it's a lovely province. My problem was I got very aggressively stuck in a town of 2,000 with nothing even remotely accessible. The only place with ANY employment options is a Subway. I was humored into thinking I could get into construction until I clued in my potential employer is a chauvinist who would never be able to 'find room' for me.
And I lost my wallet. So of the last 8 months I got to work for one of them before realizing I couldn't get the adequate ID to work.
And my boyfriend's boss is a <expletive deleted> who needs to go <expletive deleted> and pays partially and much less frequnetly than he should, and people keep borrowing money we don't have and even the summer is cold as hell, 'warm' days are 15 degrees
And nobody knows how to pay bills on time and I'm getting fat and
No bike trails or paths and only get to head into a town once every month or two
Well, it's been horrible.
Returning to Ontario in September at the latest, shooting for sooner.

Well, I feel a little better for rambling. I am STILL sketching and working on art for what it's worth, but the scanner is covered in pop cans and a mouldy container of V8 I would rather not touch.
I will mass upload some art when I get home. I PLOMISE!
(Nah really... I promise.)