47 Days Before

"And it rains when you're gone."
- Taylor Swift, Forever and Always

This afternoon I had a job interview for a jewellery store downtown and I have a reasonable amount of confidence that I got the job; I'll be hearing from the owner on Tuesday. I think I got the job because: she didn't say anything about other prospective hires; she needs someone to work while another one of her employees goes to Dubai, so obviously she'll be hiring someone; and I am leaving just as this other employee comes back, so right when she's faced with the awkward "do I fire her or just cut everyone's hours" choice that comes with the post-holiday dip that seems to affect every business from fast food to cellphone sales, I'll just slip away and she doesn't need to worry about it. She did say one thing that really threw me through a loop at the end of the interview though. She said that if she chooses to hire me (which, again, I strongly feel like she already has... knock on wood!) then the time that I'm leaving is great, "and if you come back, you can give me a call..." If I come back. If I come back. If.

That's a really weird one. Because truly, nothing says I have to come back. I could stay in Alberta, or go back to Saguenay (I have always thought I'd like to live in Quebec for a prolonged amount of time... not permanently, as I'd like to raise a family in an English community, but I do so enjoy speaking French...). I'd have months to find a place to live and a job before I even got there. To be honest,  I don't think it had even occurred to me to not come back. But I suppose the option exists, right? I do fully intend to come back. I love my cat, and my sorority, and all of my friends. But it was an interesting thing to imagine while daydreaming later this afternoon.

I was reading the December Cosmo tonight (because it finally came in the mail after having been in stores for weeks) and it said that bringing a boyfriend to a wedding can make or break your relationship because apparently how each of you feels when you watch another couple walk down the aisle can trigger emotions, blah blah blah, reflect on the feelings you have for each other, blah blah blah, says more about your stance on commitment than on the relationship you're in. Or something. But I had to laugh when I read it, because I feel like if any early-January relationship event is going to "make or break" things with Wrecking Ball, it will be the fact that I hop on a plane to Quebec, saying "see you in six months!" In what I think is an understandable state of mind, I'm hardly worried about what either of us will think while we're chilling in the jacuzzi post-reception (because yeah, I sprung for a real nice room. After all, it's only one night).

Recap of tonight's Katima-feelings: Although I'm sure I'll come back, it's interesting to think about the fact that nothing says I have to; Cosmo magazine has rather silly advice sometimes and I don't think taking Wrecking Ball to a wedding will be a big deal, particularly since it will be only short days before I leave.