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A Job

by on Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

It’s time to get a job. I’ve done a few odd jobs over the winter, but spring is on the way and it’s time to get serious. As I’ve been thinking about this, it occurred to me that Master never really taught me much about what to do with my skills – he was mostly concerned that I learn my lessons well.

I wonder if he taught me that way because he didn’t want to limit me. I sure do have a lot of choices – it’s just that none of them seem very exciting. I could collect herbs and work with the herbalist making potions. I could work with one of the local smiths and help them make magical weapons. I could spend my time making scrolls – but that would be really tedious. I could hire on with a group of explores and take my chance on finding long lost treasures or on a merchant caravan as their magical protection. I could try being a teacher, but I think I should have some more experience first, or a researcher working in the great library in White Water.

Too many choices. Sometimes I think it might be better just working as a barmaid in one the many inns in town – I hear that they make a lot from all the tips they get and they don’t have to worry about anyone else. Well maybe they have to worry about their customers or they won’t get any tips.

Maybe I’m not ready for a career yet. Maybe I should just keep doing odd jobs until I find something that really clicks.

First Snow

by on Monday, March 22nd, 2010

I woke up this moring to a chill. I pulled up my blanket and tried to go back to sleep. No luck. I added some sticks to the banked fire on the hearth and soon my room was toasty – that’s one of the nice things about living in a small place.

I pulled back the drapes – ready to greet the morning – and was greeted by white. During the night the first snow of the winter had come. From the looks of it, the storm had been a big one. A good foot of snow covered everything I could see.

After I ate, I bundled up and headed out to explore. Now of course this is not the first time that I’ve been in snow – it shows at least a dozen time a year – but this is the first time I’ve been in the snow in the lower city. All those years living in the upper city I never saw deep snow. As soon as it fell people came and shovelled it into wagons.

Walking in calf deep snow was strange. Everything being white was stranger. I wanted to walk to the Ranger’s Arrow, but I kept getting turned around. I never realized how much I depended on the land marks that were now covered with snow. I finally figured out that if I kept the town wall to my right, that even if I was off a little, at least I was going in the right direction.

Coming home was much easier. I think I actually like the snow.

Home

by on Saturday, March 13th, 2010

I’ve finally have a place to call my own. It’s not much – just one room – but it’s mine. This is the place I saw last week when I went with Hector into the lower town. It’s owned by a woman named Mrs. Jenkens – she’s sweet. It’s part of four apartments – mine is the second from the north end – they tell me that this is called “fully-attached”. To me it means I have two neighbors right on the other side of two of my walls.

Hector helped me move my stuff in – it only took us one trip since I don’t have that much stuff. I also bought some furniture, since the apartment only came with one small table. I found a nice bed with four turned posts and two chairs to place by the fireplace. I hung one of the pictures Julie gave me on the wall – the one of the fawn drinking from the pool at the bottom of a waterfall.

It’s been strange living on my own. Two weeks living in an inn had it’s high points. I didn’t have to cook or clean up – in fact someone even made my bed each morning. Being on my own has also had it’s difficulties. I’ve found that it is hard to get up in the morning. I don’t have a job yet and I don’t have chores either. I’ve spend some time everyday practicing, but that doesn’t fill up the day.

So all of that is changing as of today. This morning I got up and made my bed. Then I made a small fire, which I used to cook some oatmeal and heat some water for tea. I clean up my dishes and then went for a walk. I walked up into the old town and watched the sun rise above the mountain peaks.

It was nice walking back to my apartment, and opening the door and seeing all of my thinks neatly in their places. I sat in front of the fire and read a book – simple joys. Now I’ve finished my lunch and took sometime to write in my journal. This afternoon I’m going to start looking for a job.


Happy Birthday to me!

by on Sunday, November 29th, 2009

If I keep saying it to myself, maybe I’ll feel it. Don’t get me wrong, today was fine. Some friends came over. We had a meal together, spent some time talking, I even had a cake. When it was all over, however, my life had changed.

Now I’m sitting in a little room in an Inn, all by myself. Beside me are three boxes of stuff – all the things I have to show for my twenty-one years of life. I knew I was going to have to go out on my own soon, but I didn’t know I would be shown the door on my birthday.

I’m not bitter – the last eleven year with Master Gees have been great – it’s just a bit strange. A little over eleven years ago I was alone on the street, and here I am again. Admittedly this time I’ll be able to take care of my self more easily.

I have so much to look forward to – my whole life – I should be happy.  Maybe I Just need to look at things differently. My life is so much better than it was eleven years ago. Let’s see:

1) I can take care of myself – I can fight.

2) I have friends – good friends.

3) I have some gold in my pocket.

4) I have food in my tummy.

5) I have some skills – I can get a Job.

6) I believe in myself – I know I can do it.

Looks like a pretty good list, so why am I sad? Change? Loss? Uncertainty? Maybe all three. I do like my life ordered and I do like my routine. My nice predictable life is over. I miss Master. It’s only been six hours, but I missed our talk this evening, and even getting him his tea. And lastly, I have no Idea what tomorrow will bring. I have to find a place to live, find a job, and figure out what to do with all the hours of my day.

I guess I should go to sleep – tomorrow will be the beginning of a new adventure. Things will probably look better in the morning light, at least I hope so.

Happy Birthday to me.