Because of some of the things mentioned in the below text, I’m posting the below text. It’s a stream of consciousness message I just sent to my friend Will. I don’t feel like I have time to put the words into anything structured. I’m too busy saying I’m too busy trying to get a career to do normal things like stay in touch. I’m too busy exploring the methods of how to get a step into a career to do normal things like manage my tech/media issues and be able to use my phone properly. I’m too busy thinking about making a statement, a zine, or blog post about the amount of time I’ve spent and about all the events, conferences, networking functions I’ve attended over the past eight years and general portfolio of placements and little exposure moments, to have time to edit an overdue message to a friend. I’m too busy trying to think of how to write emails to a career opportunities site about why the dates don’t match up in one of their ‘break into a career’ modules I exhaustively applied for to develop my business ‘plan’ everyone went wild about when I told them back between June & September. This despite the fact I have five separate unreachable job opening mid-draft cover letters open next to me right now.//
Glad you’re in touch with Hopey C. Fucking wild about the hostage thing. Robin filled me in a bit – I sincerely hope she’s feeling okay now. What a mad city Montreal is. I’m okay. Pretty wild world since I’ve been back with bits of weird world ice cream thrown in the mix. Long story short in terms of the here and now is that I’m currently super busy with a random but quirky job by day as a private detective and then by eve/night I’m tied up with career building stuff as I’m trying to find some better life opportunities than just working in crappy settler jobs. Not much of that really implies I made much progress on the back of the Canadian adventure given I went there to stop being so hung up on life struggles etc. but I think Corona has made me more forensic in how I get through negatives – added to the burning determination I’ve always had since I got obsessed with working in media as a kid I think that’s pretty neat. Hence why I impulsively did a hugely intense but cool coding/web development course for five weeks between Sept and end of Oct. That killed my spare time and fried my brain a bit but it’s on the CV and hoping to flip it into a job ASAP (‘transferable skillz’ was a working zine title, if you remember those days chatting on the Metro back in Feb!…?). Rambling on now. The major downside since being back has been the lack of time. I think living the way I ended up living in Montreal, essentially like I was on holiday everyday but also having a full working schedule alongside it, made me assume that returning to Leeds would be this blissed, chilled time but it’s been far from it. Obviously I justifiably put a lot of effort into spending time with Emma, and I still do keep up with that. My bad cooking in Canada has come back with me in that I now offer a bit more support in the kitchen than just making a mess – I actually try (badly) to cook interesting stuff sometimes. Anyway, yeah. My main dreams upon returning were to unpack my Canadian experiences into some sort of expressive project, be it a zine, a journal, a blog, even some basic instagram posts might’ve been at least something towards representative. In with that was a general notion that I’d be able to quickly reflect and offer some conclusions about the experience, like how people and places impacted me and how I impacted on others. I remember thinking just after I said goodnight to you on my final night – when you stayed upstairs in the mezzanine at my place on Henri-Julien – that in a few weeks I’ll be writing about this moment and summarising what it represents to have bonded closely with Will in a sort of ‘bromance’ way, but with other issues surrounding it, including arguments, my failings, and of course Covid and the deep impact it had on plans and mental stability. It seems that my predicted reflection on that moment is arriving almost three months late. It’s a shame that that’s the case, but it’s not a regret. I’ve lived pretty deliberately since getting back. The mountains of little projects I started there, here and years ago, and the hundreds of little notes, drafted replies and unread messages have largely become part of my Canadian story now. Anyway, I’d love to chat. I freak out sometimes and feel as trapped in Leeds as I did in Montreal. It’s weird. I think I just need a career on my terms – something I’ve been saying for ages and which the struggle to establish probably motivated me to head to Montreal to bury my head in the snow more than anything else, if I’m honest. The move sounds exciting. I recall it being possibly on the cards. Where you at now, area-wise? I still, probably stupidly, hold out hope that I’ll be able to do some sort of visit to MTL in 2021. I fear I won’t be allowed but never know I guess. Hope you’ve been keeping well in terms of life activities. I know the restrictions are back in over there, maybe less severe than here though? Like here, I’ve seen about 3 people I know for little walks over the past five weeks. You’re not allowed to another’s house or in a car or anything. A sideline issue I have is with media/tech as my phone got so full I had to wipe it for the second time since being back and I still can’t get apps back on it. I’m basically in some weird purgatory with Apple/iCloud/media. My laptop is also pretty messed up as I didn’t maintain it very well when I was doing the intense coding course. I think I’m mentioning that as a way of explaining why I’ve been bad at staying in touch. The time difference is also a real issue, I must admit. Okay, that’s it from me. No real idea what I just wrote but it’s definitely sent with love XXX
Addicted to trying
25 Wednesday Nov 2020
Posted Past Tense, Future Perfect
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