Wow, it's been a long time since I've written. Only some vague sense of obligation to this blog makes me write now, I guess, since I don't feel particularly inspired by anything.

Life is mostly about work right now. I've just completed my fourth week, and it's feeling good. I've settled into the rhythm of getting up early, going to work, coming home, although it still feels strange when I think about it to have a "real" job. Work's boring sometimes, but it's nice to have the settledness of knowing where you're going to be from 9-5 every day, to have a set list of tasks, to know a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day, to earn relaxation, to have a predictable paycheque. The benefits of freelancing have faded in my mind to an embrace of the benefits of regular work.

It feels good, it feels responsible, it feels grown-up. I feel settled here in Toronto in a way that I didn't before. I feel more positive about the future. The terrible mountain of debt that was crushing my mind now feels like a path I'm climbing, slowly but steadily.

Sleep continues to be a struggle, but I cope with it as best I can, partly by going to bed at ridiculously early hours every night. If that's what I have to do, it is—there's nothing good about feeling so crushingly tired that you can't function.

Life feels more ordered now; the only deficit in it remains friends that I can hang out with on a regular basis here. My good friends are scattered over the globe and maintained mostly through phone calls, emails, and Facebook. I hope that changes at some point, but for now, that's the way it is.