the beginning

i'm a baker. i wake every morning at 3:15. i push the snooze button until 3:34 and then i'm out of bed. i wet my hair. i make toast. i let my dog out. i start my car. i eat toast. i get dressed. i drive to work.

its all automatic and i'm half asleep until now. my drive to work takes about 10 minutes, unless i have trouble getting up the hill and out of my driveway. lately the weather has been funny and its been very interesting at times - i stay to the left hand side, keep my speed up, and make sure to not give to little or too much gas. its a small hill, and relatively tame, but sometimes to catches me off guard. 

i come home from work, just after noon with the whole day ahead of me it seems. for one the works a regular shift, it may seem like the day has only begun and the hours left are unless...but i can't help but keep a silent countdown of how many hours in the day i have left until i have to go to bed. it seems to come way to fast. my head hits the pillow [weather i like it or not] around 8pm. it is now, 10:30, so early really, yet, i'm nodding off, trying in vain to keep my eyes open, my brain alert....but i know sooner or later i will fall prey. 

i've lived in this house now, for just over a month. one month and one week to be exact. its little and rather cute, just the perfect size for the four of us, my boyfriend and i, and our cat and our dog. its out of town just far enough, and we're not five minutes from a lake. i'm excited to see what lies under the snow, when it melts - it will be a totally surprise! 

i've lived in this town since june of last year. i am quite and i do things that don't often involve other people, not by choice, but that’s just kind of the way it works. i like photography - i go on hikes to find the perfect shot. i like to bake, i work early hours, i go to bed early, not exactly a great way to meet new people. so in the 8 months i've lived here, i've been to a few hockey games and out for drinks once. it does bother me sometimes, i sluff it off thinking "that’s just the way it is and there’s no real way to cure it", but it still bothers me and i'm still lonely. my boyfriend works away from home and only comes home every couple of months, so i don't see him all that often either. although he is gone, and its hard on the both of us, we know its a means to an end. everyday we are closer to our dream. and that is what keeps us going.