Young Adultery

Young Adultery..

It’s supposed to be a play on words.

Section 1: Sentence 2 of “Young Adultery”, posted through the internet, in the form of a blog titled Raisha’s World. In relations to the previously described; the following is a part of such media to be known individually as “Young Adultery” .

The “Play on words” as referenced in Section 1: Sentence 1 is to be interpreted as defined below :

Young; new, juvenile, formative years,

Adultery ; betrayal, treason

Young Adultery  issss...

*smoke. mirrors. spelling bees buzzing*

Me moving out .

Like into the world of “on the kitchen table” and  “that’d be perfect for my living room”.  I’m so ph-ing excited for it. THIS WEEKEND. I should be able to move everything in one van load. Than stay up all night putting it all in pretty places. Boom by Monday I’ll be coming home to my own little love shack.

For the love of tea parties and fondue! I will probably get a hamster or a pet rock too just to keep things G Rated. Having a whole place to myself will be strange, in a way that is good for me, perhaps more than I understand now. My cubicle from 8-4 will pay for my creativity, independence, recipes and green thinking to thrive!

It’s actually really exciting. Maybe not so much for my Dad, I haven’t asked yet. I’m not sure if I will. He knows I’m moving out and it is rather sudden but I feel it is past due. I’ll ask him how he feels the first dinner he comes over for. Hopefully I can rent an elephant to stand in the room and relieve tension.

Ouuu if I can ask one favour ... recipes of your grandma’s best tomato sauce, oat meal cookies anything that will give me stars on my reputation for old womanly qualities. I want my place to smell like burnt knitting needles and chocolate cake. I’ll change my blog name to “The Millennial Grandma “ and post about the secrets to raising the purrfect cat.

In notice of my elder evolution I will be taking a brief hiatus from the World Wide Web. Please write me

Raisha Chamberlain

146 Nelson Street Brantford, ON

N3S 4B6, Canada

This is my “old” address. My Dad’s house but I’ll need to switch up my excuses for going over to get food or do laundry.  Until next time, sign ,seal ,deliver those famous Grandma recipes to my prior homely estate and perhaps I will write of my jaunty new abode, using curry instead of cinnamon or the neighbourhood cat gangs. Either way I will have a desk and some new-fangled freedom of expression.

Peace and place matts,

Raisha Chamberlain. Sr. 

Poetic Interlude

Times they are a changing

We walked into the foyer.

1 888 855 7340.

Dialling my life away.

I year leases,

Dreams are ceaseless

Realities seem to challenge this.

I said I’d move to Paris,

Maybe back to Sydney or Japan

I never liked leaving messages either.

I guess the universe has it’s own plan.

This week is a month,

Like I used to measure with tickets and souvenirs

Now my days are numbered

With punch clocks, dollars and bills.

Times they are a changing

I’ve heard it many times before

Just like after you close one,

Look out for the next open door.

Two Decades Deep

Has anyone coined a cliche for a mid life crisis that happens in your twenties? Who says when "mid life" is anyways? Actually can we just change the whole thing to mid week or mid day crisis. Lately that's about as far as I get.

"These are the training cubicles, today tomorrow and Thursday are just training days. Get ready to sign your life away!"

I probably should have walked out right then. Here I am day two. Enticed by $16 /hour, two weeks paid vacation, benefits, ergonomics ... choosing my own cubicle. Talk about total eclipse of the heart.

Once upon a time there was fresh sushi or kangaroo in my life, now there's only dialer systems and lunch room small talk. .for now it's going to have to do.

I started working at a call centre as of yesterday. Well I started training for a job I applied for, was granted acceptance to but I kind of have cold feet now. More like frozen feet.  A mix of nerves and travel withdrawals . I need this job though.. Raisha Chamberlain. Debt Collector, Cubicle Occupier, Working class citizen..

*sighs*

"It's like being blind folded while walking and you have NO IDEA what's going on around you but you have no choice but to keep going forward" . Wisdom brought to you from the mouth of my friend Kevan. It's the truest most relatable combination of words I've heard since I've been existing in the earth circulative rotations recorded in units of time! Wherein I am now measuring 2 decades deep.

Since I've been home and driving again, I'll admit it's a privilege I've quickly gotten comfortable with. So I went to a full serve gas station because I was lazy. The dude seemed cool and he cleaned my wind shield so I said

"Hey can I ask you an existential question?"

"Sure"

"How old are you?"

"24"

"How would you describe your twenties?"

Mind you it was about 11am,  I was at the till paying for my gas, but actually not pressing any buttons on the machine, asking this innocent gas attendee to elope is existentialism with me. He had a decent answer by the end

"I don't know. For me guess things are good. You kind of pay bills. Try to figure things out... surving necessary evils... just living"

(I'll have to go back to get his name.)

His answer was simple and not over thought and here I am concocting recipes for my future like :

2 cups of business

250ml of passion

2 tbsp of extra money

1 cup of "my own place"

A pinch of crazy

5.9876 oz of loose leaf tea

8 cups water

Add milk and honey for taste.

Or I'm looking at a buffet with travel, maybe random jobs, artisanry on the side , salad for good measure . Oh course a glass of wine and maybe even dessert first.

In the lunchroom CP24 plays all day , this morning Justin Trudeau  was giving a speech to some students. He said

"You don't have to have it all figured out and if you think you do, sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you don't. That's the beauty of being young.."

That's the beauty in being young.

I hope I can say that's the beauty to life. 15- 59 not everyone figures everything out. No bad news bared if we don't expect "success" to always be tangible or timely.

By next week I'll be equipped with a headset. A pay cheque. A un-relentless craving for the weeks end. And hopefully wifi at home!!!

Peace and good credit scores <3