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Yes, yet again I drove to Regina and back for a 15 minute audition (actually I think this one ended up being more like 10 minutes).

Reflections from my day (I had a lot of time to think):

1)  The number 11 highway might be the MOST BORING highway in Saskatchewan, but at least it’s twinned.  I’m a real scaredy cat when it comes to passing.

2)  I love abandoned farm houses.  Like, really love them.  I always wish I could go explore them, but the few times I’ve stopped to explore one, I worry the entire time that someone is going to drive up and yell at me to get off their property.  It also feels really weird to just wander around someone’s house.  Even if it’s been abandoned for years, you can still feel the people.  It was someone’s home.  Someone loved this place at one time, and it just feels wrong to be in there without their permission.

3)  I feel safest when I’m out on the bald, flat prairie.  I need big sky.  Mountains make me very, very nervous.

4)  I wasn’t nearly as nervous for the audition today as I was for the audition on Monday, and yet, I felt that the audition on Monday went a lot better than the audition today.  Why is that?  Do I need nerves in order to audition well?

5)  I really want to move to an acreage.  Despite my love of everything homestead-y, I’ve been really happy living in the city up until now.  But during this past year, the desire to move to the country has grown stronger and stronger.  (Not a small town though.  No desire for small town living.  I want a mini-homestead).  Thing is, it’s not going to happen anytime soon.  If I move to an acreage, I don’t want to have to drive into the city every day for work.  At this point in our lives, our work is in the city.  So city dwellers we will be for a few more years.

6)  Coffee is fantastic, and I love it.  A lot.

7)  My reward for auditioning today was onion rings at the A & W in Davidson (the halfway point).  So salty.  So yummy.

8)  I thought about the homesteaders quite a bit as I stared at all the abandoned farm houses (it was a clear day, and you can literally see for miles).  In particular, I thought about my great Gido, Sylvester, whom I’ve been researching the past couple of months since a relative from Ukraine contacted me through Facebook.  He didn’t speak English when he arrived, and I’m assuming a lot of other homesteaders didn’t speak English either, so how did they know what to do?  How did he know that when he arrived in Halifax that he should travel to Dana, Saskatchewan?  How did he find the Dominion Lands office to apply for his homestead?  How did he know how to find his homestead?  How did he know what land was his – where it started and ended?  How did he know how to build a house, and a barn, and a granary?

I can’t imagine myself at the age of 18 doing what he did. Leaving my family and country to travel to a brand new country, alone (or possibly with a couple of friends, we’re not sure), not speaking the language, arriving here, breaking virgin prairie to start farming, building a house, getting married and having a child all within two years?  It seems impossible to me.  I have to imagine that either a) life in Ukraine was so miserable that the fear of the unknown was better than his present situation, or b) he was an adventurous go-getter.  Either way, I think the homesteaders were a special kind of people, or perhaps they were ordinary people pushed to act extraordinarily due to their circumstances.  Could I do the same if I needed to?

9)  Drinking black coffee and eating greasy onions rings at 3 p.m. makes me want to vomit after about fifteen minutes.  Now I remember why I avoid fast food 😦

10)  That sun shining through my car window is definitely Spring sunshine.  I can feel the difference already from Winter sunshine.  Spring is on its way (now that second Winter has come and gone).  Hurrah!