I just got back from Ipperwash today. I needed a weekend away from the city doing nothing but walking along Lake Huron and generally avoiding my family. Love them to death, but really, there is a reason I don’t live with them. Except, that may change.

I realized I’m a hell of a lot more motivated when I’m in the middle of nowhere, and well, to be frank, I’m doing nothing here in London. So, if I don’t manage to find myself a real job by the end of May, I think it would be kind of neat to spend an entire summer living and working up in Kettle Point. There is a restaurant there that is always crying for help when the summer comes, and hell, rent free living for 4 months can’t hurt my bank account. Yes, I’ll be in the middle of nowhere (well, Grand Bend is only an hour’s bike ride away). But I think it would be kind of nice for my soul to be out there for an extended period of time.

But, the future always has a funny way of messing with plans, so, we’ll see.