And the time it keeps on passing...

So I'm ready to admit that I'm a little bit rubbish about blogging....and I will not repeat my mistake to make any promises about how much I am going to blog now and when these blogs will happen.

But I think today is just one of those days when I just need to write. If noone reads it, it doesn't really matter either, but there's something good about just having it out there, in the nether, in the hope that maybe the wind or the birds will reply...

Things are going well, though I can hardly believe that 2011 is already half gone. And given that my last entry here was in 2010, it's not surprising it feels there's a lot that hasn't been said.

It's been a year of changes and adjustments, and no matter how far into the year we get, it still feels like I'm waiting for the winds of change to come and tell me yet a different story.

In bullet points the last 6 months to bring us up to speed.....

1. We moved house, from our little Parker Street basement, to another basement just off Commercial Drive
2. Mark started a new job, still in joinery, but in a much better situation
3. We have to buy a car (for aforementioned job) which is quite scary and grown up
4. I have been working at Project Funding for nearly 18 months
5. We've been married for nearly 2 years (only 8 more days!!!)
6. I've lived in Canada for 6 years (give or take a few months of YWAM travelling)
7. We are applying for my permanent residence here in Canada
8. I have completed the requirements for my birth doula certification

We've been watching 'House' lately, and there was an episode about blogging, and about how cathartic it can be to be on the internet, connected to the great unseen body of others just like you, that you never meet or that you've known your whole life, but don't really get to talk to.

I wonder......

sometimes i think about starting a new blog, where i can wrap myself in the blanket of anonymity, and spill forth all the dreams and ideas that continue to spin around in my head, but that are just that little bit too new or too personal to really said out loud. To be real enough to put into writing next to my own name.

But for now I'm here, and for now this is what we've got.