Once I made up my mind to move, things fell into place,
for a while at least. I gave my manager an ultimatum, and after some grumbling from HR, they are letting me work remotely from Vancouver. Assuming I get a work laptop and a Blackberry, I should still have time to do some web contracting on the side.
Telling my parents was is another battle. I haven’t told them about Rob, just my own reasons for moving. My mother is surprisingly ok with it and understands why I want to move to a bigger city, Vancouver in particular. My dad is upset. He can’t quite wrap his mind around the idea, mostly because he doesn’t really listen when we are talking to him about it. As a result he asks the same questions over and over. All this hassle from the man who moved us every three years, twice to a different country, once to the Northwest Territories.
Now come the logistics. Giving two months notice on my loft. Trying to decide what to pack (my snowboard tops the list), what to leave and what to throw away. I’d like to find a little place of my own to use as an office and whenever Robbie gets on my nerves 
My biggest worry, after my dad, is what to do with my Jetta. I’ve become rather fond of it, especially driving home late at night with the tunes blasting. It’s a lease, so I have to find someone willing to take it off my hands. In the meantime, I’m going for a nice fast drive through the country roads. Maybe a deer will solve my problem for me.
