Why do the film makers insist on pretending that life is so simple? You find the person of your dreams and after solving some quirky little adventurous bumps in the road you tell the prop man to cue the sunset and race off together, giggling to the irritating warbling of Celine Dion.
In reality you need to find a job. And somewhere to live. And if you come from different countries that just means the soundtrack is much more Leonard Cohen than the chanteuse from Quebec. Not all such a bad thing then…
So My Very Own Newfoundlander and I spent a few months in our respective countries trying to sell our work talents to anyone who could possibly pay a salary. Being in one of the worlds most troubled economies didn’t help. Ireland just wasn’t ready for my unique blend of Kermit impressions and invaluable knowledge of what to do if charged by a rhino in the Nepalese jungle.
And then finally MVON had some luck. A real job offer! But it involved three months in a town called Fredericton (nope, never heard of it either) followed by three in Ghana and back to Fredericton for three months.
And before I knew it I was packing my bags, saying goodbye to living with mammy and spending whole minutes researching the paragraph on Fredericton that Wikipedia had to offer.
The biggest struggle however was deciding what music would soundtrack this obscure move…
With Harper at the helm of this great country I doubt that there will be much true or strong or free about us in the very near future.
He is a scary creature.
How is Fredericton, did you follow up on the cheese bread?
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It’s very worrying isn’t it! I left Holland as conservatism was growing into a major concern and arrived here just as Harper gets his majority
We went to The Coffee Mill but couldn’t find the bread – It’s the diner on the corner of Smythe and Prospect right?
Yes, right at the corner, ask the wee man (ha ha, get that one?) behind the counter.
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I’m confused . . not an unusual state for me. Where’s Frederickton? Newfoundland or Ireland. Ghana sounds nice . . at least it’s warm no?
It is indeed in Canada, the provence of New Brunswick!
PROVINCE. You’re not in France now, my good lad.
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Well actually you are. In New France. If you’ve read your history.
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PS I will stop cluttering up your blog now.
That word refuses to spell itself correctly on my keyboard – I’ve given up!
The closest I have ever been to Fredericton is within 230 km as the gannet flies. Now tell me that isn’t impressive!
It’s as impressive as that determined gannet!!!
Fredericton, New Brunswick, that sounds like a great spot. Enjoy! And who knows, Fredericton may be desperate for someone who does Kermit impressions, after the sudden death of the local Kermit impressionist.
I may try busking if all else fails…
Because I’m self-centered, for some reason this post has put an old cartoon of mine in mind http://americanhell.com/index.php/137-she-loved-him-but/
Hehe LOVE it – as always!
Anywhere has got to be better than the ol’ sod at the mo’
Well at least we have Jedward going for us
What music for the soundtrack you’re asking? The answer couldn’t be more obvious: ROXETTE. There is about one letter of a difference between Fredericton and your one from Roxette’s surname.
I’ll entertain Joyride but nothing else
How about KT Oslin ‘ Love in a small town.’
Be careful in Ghana though – people are (much) less tolerant of gay realtionships there. Good luck with it…