Think About It

It was my third year at Grassy Narrows.  I didn’t want to be there another year, but there I was.  My marriage was crumbling, with wife and kids living in Kenora.  I looked forward to saying good-bye to Grassy when the school year was over.  I knew I was leaving, but I had no idea where I was going.  Before I applied for any other teaching jobs, I gave some thought to where I’d like to go.

I made some notes in my journal at the time.  I’d been living in the woods for three years.  The nearest city, Kenora, was almost a two hour drive away.  And when you got there, there wasn’t that much there.  I missed the amenities of the big city.  But I didn’t want to live in the city.  A rural setting would be OK, but close to the city, not way out in the country.

Time goes on, the school year ends, I get a job, and move away.  Several years later I have a job that I hate as much as I hated my job at Grassy, but not for the same reasons.  And with family matters still unresolved.  Once again I wanted to go somewhere else, somewhere better.

But I was where I wanted to be.  I had a house in Oakville, a half-hour drive from Winnipeg, and I taught school in Oak Bluff, a rural/suburban area just outside the perimeter.  Just ‘shows to go ya’, that when you get what you want, it might not really be what you want.

Just in case, if writing something down does makes it more likely to happen, I wouldn’t mind if I found a big bag of money.  And if a rich, attractive (for her age), older lady wanted to make me her boy-toy, that would be OK too.  Now I just have to wait for my wishes to happen.