I’m going north! Wait, what?

My job at the electronics factory ended rather abruptly early last week. I returned home after a shift one day and received a phone call saying that I had just finished my last day. Temporary employment, sigh, it has zero job security. Back to full-time job hunting, again.

Yesterday, I responded to something a university acquaintance posted about a short-term position in the Yukon. He got back to me quickly and it felt like the job was mine as long as I could get myself there.

I’ve managed to save a significant portion of what I’ve made over the last few months and I can afford the journey. With my luck finding work in my field here in Ontario over the last nine months, I’ve been thinking that I need a change of scenery. The timing of this just seemed too perfect to not take advantage of it.

So, we chatted about the job earlier today – kind of an informal interview. Then a few hours later, I had the real interview. After answering a few questions and a bizarre one about physical abuse, I heard the golden words, “You’re hired. When were you thinking of coming?” Crazy.

I’ve booked my flight. I leave May 9th for Whitehorse (I even get to fly through BC and see the Rockies!). No leaving myself stranded in a strange place this time, so I have a flight home six weeks later.

I’m not entirely certain about what this adventure holds for me, like any good adventure, I suppose. After telling my parents my plans, my Mom said, “You never make plans.” True statement. From what I understand, nonprofit opportunities are rampant in the Yukon and there’s possibility that I could land an amazing, permanent job while I am there. Who knows? At the very least, I’ll get to experience a new environment and finally go west!

You know when you make a big decision and immediately after committing it you think, “What did I just do?” in the healthy sort of way? That’s me right now, reeling in the excitement of it all. Mountains, here I come.