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Those of you who personally knows me are already aware that my job do not give me any challenges anymore, and that I go at the office every morning sadder than the day before. I have a well paid and very secure job, but the fun is gone. And then it happen. Two weeks ago, I received a letter that would prevent me from sleeping for many nights. I don’t know if I really believed that I would do it when I sent my application, but here we are. I decided to have my shot at this. Beginning May 2005, I will officially be a photojournalism student at Loyalist College in Belleville, Ontario. Back to school at 30. I still can’t believe I’m doing this. Since my portfolio was accepted by the board, I will be there for seven weeks for the fast track option, and I will then join the second years students in September. At the end of April 2006, I will be a graduated student, and newspapers all around Canada will receive my resume and my portfolio. Quite frankly, that scare the hell out of me. But like my buddy Daniel, who quit everything in Montreal to start a new life in Shanghai, said to me when I told him about this: in every journey, the first step is always the toughest. I keep the condo until the end of the fast track. Just in case. But if I realized that I did not goofed out and that I really want to do this for a living, I sell everything. The apartment, the furniture, my books, my CDs. I draw a line, and I start my life again from scratch. Don’t be scared mommy. Everything will be fine. |
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The day my life changed / Le jour où ma vie a changée
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Francis Vachon
on Sun 13 Mar 2005 04:52 PM EST | Permanent Link
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Re: The day my life changed / Le jour où ma vie a changée
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Anonymous
on Mon 14 Mar 2005 11:37 AM EST | Permanent Link
Hi Francis,
Girlpublisher (of Québec Urbain forum postings) here. I just wanted to wish you the best of luck in Belleville. I left everything in Toronto -- (an increasingly unsatifisying) job, apartment (sub-letted, au cas où), friends -- to come to Québec to learn a new language. It was scary as hell. But also the best decision ever. Life is more fun when it's a bit scary, eh? Cheers, Judith PS I, too, will be starting school (again) at the age of 30. . . but 30 is the new 20, or so they say. Trackbacks
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