Well, news travels fast around here, that’s for sure. People are so chatty in small towns! I am officially the talk of the Red Cap now, since I gave my two weeks. I ranked even higher then Steph’s little $1000 run in with an SUV. I don’t know, most of the time I’m like yes, this is what I want *pats back* good decision. But all the naysayers get to me a little. Most of them are older, lived longer, are “wiser”, so shouldn’t they know better than me?

But I also think about how they are stuck here. Growing up, this was the last place I wanted to live in. Too small, too many narrow minds, just not big enough for the dreams I had. I’ve always dreamt big.

And this place just isn’t big enough for me. Not that I’m saying I’m picking up and moving to Texas! Hell no, I still have a few years of school in a place that I love. But I’m saying that maybe moving out of this end of Nova Scotia isn’t a bad thing at all, whether I end up in Vancouver or … oh, I don’t know, Brazil. Wherever. Anywhere. (Not that Brazil is on my list of places I’d like to live, it’s just an example.)

It just makes me mad about how people judge me and what I do when they really only know a small part of it. They knew me last year, can’t they see the difference in me? I can see it, and so can most people that are close to me. All they see is that I’m leaving them behind to go scout the “unknown”, and whether that scares them or not, I’m going. They’re mostly just jealous I assume, either that or too stuck in small town small mind mode to open their eyes.

Well, screw them! I’m doing what I gotta do — I’m not going to be stuck working at the Red Cap for the rest of my life, no sirree! And in 10 years when I’m successful, settled and happy I’ll go back and say “how’d ya like them apples!?” :D