Thanks Mom

I would like to dedicate this post to;  as she is saved in the contacts list in my cellular device, Master of The Womb.  Mom, Mum, Momsie, Mama, however you address your lovely give her a double high five from me and make sure you give her a good bear hug.

So like my Mom took me shopping on the weekend. Nooooooooo that's not the only reason for the appreciation. BUT. She bought me groceries, gave me money for gas just so darn unconditionally, I saw a totally different side of her.

My Mom and me have always had a funny relationship. Funny like she calls me Mom.. don't ask.  She had 2 pet doves and named one Raisha. I taught her how to email right, and for atleast a year she wrote all her emails in the subject line. I told her every time and it wasn't until one day she asked

"How do you make your emails bigger?"

I realized she had no idea what she was doing and that just telling her wouldn't help.

If life isn't full circle man I just don't know what shape it is. I told my Mom I quit my job and she said

"Well. That's okay."

I can usually hear her turn around and tell the rest of my family members the 20/20 on my current affairs. This time she didn't . That's okay was all she said.  Instead of back and forth between who's in the background , her and me, there was just a peaceful sort of understanding air.

I went down to see her on the weekend. We just chilled , shopped, ate and were merry. I cooked Okonomiyaki and she loved it, SHE NEVER EATS ANYTHING I COOK.

Is this adulthood? Are the clouds that used to hover over our relationship opening to clear blue skies?
Or she is so disappointed in me she rather just play it off and has since been filling paperwork for disownment...

MOM IF YOU'RE READING THIS I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WANT TO TELL YOU AND THE INTERNET.

She just gets me , and loves me and feeds me soul food. I just felt so blown away and I feel bad it took this long to see how wonderful she is, but such is life I guess. I've learnt the most appreciation worthy moments often come when you take something that was always there and just look from another angle.

Anyways,  I start working at Ferrero next Tuesday. (..I'll be looking like Augustus Gloop by the following Tuesday... ) Meanwhile I am trying to get started to study to be a ESL Teacher! I know absolutely nothing about how the post secondary school systems works and I call Mohawk College like very 2 hrs and 53 seconds to ask a question.

Today I sat in the general inquires office and made 2 origami boxes while I waited... I think they're putting me last on the inquires list..

Hug your Mama again if you didn't already. Don't forget a double high five from me.

Until next time <3 <3

Quits Job and Says Thing Like..

↣I quit my job Monday, twice. Their going to mail the cheque.

↪I've always wanted to walk out of an office with my box of cubicle goodies .

↳The book I started reading says 
"nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom", 
Monday was the eclipse.
Here I am.

↻The job got me this far where I am content. The perhaps after shock of my earth quake shook me to pursue environments where I can be more____ je ne sais quoi..

↷My goal is to sustain myself on conscious community culture. I am much better off spending 7.5 hrs a day 5 days a week this way. 

⇘Everything is what you make it.

↠I didn't ask.  You answered. That's your breath not mine.

↣We're all doing it for the first time.

⇢I watered my plants and it rained. Sometimes you just don't know.

⇰I shouldn't have to talk about my vagina to be heard. 

↭Don't blame the system change it.

↘"A none toxic radical blluuuee"

↱Its not the system that fails people, it's people who fail people (yes inevitably  “the system" as it be, is run by people.)

⇄Arctic Monkey- Teddy Picker. (last verse.)

⇛caboom.

🌱✊🏼✌🏼

--Misleading

Coming back to this,
Match
Strike once, twice. .

"Third times the charm"

Living cliche
Living Monday with the longing to surpass Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday to Friday 16:00.

Here I am Wednesday. Pay Day. Blog Day. 

Making ends meet.

Artful/passionful/productive outlets are key. My front door right now is locked . 7:30 I leave for work. Locking it behind me again. Last night I had a dance party for 2. Today I will do the same with numbers and cibc tellers. 

"I look forward to speaking with you."

We've now tailored our messages at work to be more personal. 

It's all very interesting, I wish I could say more .

THIS SUNDAY I'M HAVING A HOUSE WARMING

"Aritag ttoooaaassst" 

I missed you. Stay weird.  

Before I'm Gone Forever..

It's been 2 weeks me and this apartment have lived together. And I think it's a forever thing. The freedom is a beautiful comfort and a stone which I've stumbled on. I just got to the bottom of the fall today , I got up and watched a video being created by a wonderful human I used to live with. It shook me from a gorgeous slumber.

I told him it took my breath away.

I got a couch this weekend and my place is really looking like a home.  $35 at value village, thin wooded frame with these lush, suave, sleek black cushions. It's perfect.

Last weekend I got a bed after 7 days on make shift sleeping apparatuses.

I've eaten breakfast on the floor in front of the window where I now have 4 potted plants.

I baked 3 cakes without baking powder... they're all shit.

I have been in my own world. Ambitioning and procrastinating until today.

"When I'm ready though."

There's only so much of your time you can give to the world before you realise you're never getting it back.

I got a bit reckless.

But I'm back .

This morning was extremely refreshing. I filled a few pages of a vibrant green notebook, writing with a matching vibrant pen . I had to switch writing utensils twice. There is nothing more frustrating than a pen thats ink starts to skip , than the 2nd pen literally exploded . 3rd pink ink baby love carried me 6 pages until I finished my coffee and settled my emotions.

slowly but surely

just whistling and balancing.

stay tuned.

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