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cimoreneSo, Wax found this 40-week simple Swedish certification course for school and daycare assistants in Pargas, the nearby town (≈45 min) where Homophobic Cim-Hata Granny lives and where Ängisbacka (mom-outlaw's summer cottage) is located. I already applied cause that's definitely positive, although it would definitely mean I couldn't get unemployment benefits during that time and probably would mean I won't be able to take the next scheduled intensive Finnish language course offered by the Employment Bureau (but job is slightly higher than learning Finnish on My Life: The Ultimate To-Do List, right above 'pay off debts').
Intersectionally - because, all other things being equal, a school in Pargas would mean that we should relocate to Pargas or at least to St Karins, the intervening town - Wax's buddy Sofia, a long-time favourite and the owner of Hektor The Bad Little Border Terrier, is moving back to Turku from Helsinki after 2 years. Probably. Right now she's using her Doctorate of Theology to teach psychology to high school students, living in a tiny one-room flat and occasionally providing crash space on her floor when we want to catch a concert. But if she moved back here, we could potentially get a house with her, and then we'd actually be able to afford a house and its much higher heating/electric bill for around what we're paying now (kind of a must if I'm potentially unemployed and not getting unemployment). And I mean, we're really into this whole house gig. Every spring we get feverish to move outta this joint, which is a bit ghetto and most important of all, does not have room for all our books. Perry would really appreciate a place where he could be tied up in the yard and I would really appreciate living on the ground floor so it'd be easier to take him outside three times a night.
But Sofia wants to live in Turku, not 20-40 minutes away, so it's doubtful if we could share space with her and get closer to Pargas. There are buses that go several times a day of course, but we're talking a long bus commute. But, hell, I'm a grown-up, and I can handle a long bus commute, in theory. (When it comes to the month of January and I barely have the energy to walk the dog and wash myself, we'll see. But I tend to manage things that I have to do, and getting out of the house and moving around will at least produce a) performance anxiety and b) endorphins.) It's the Alanis Morrissette definition of irony that these two opportunities coincide. Our alternatives then become 1) move to St Karins or Pargas without Sofia or 2) find a place with good proximity to the bus station (ie in easy walking distance of THIS place, because the bus station is currently 3 blocks away). Actually, there's a place listed 1 block from the station that's large and quite nice, but I'm not entirely sure how we feel about this and how the logistics would work...
Intersectionally - because, all other things being equal, a school in Pargas would mean that we should relocate to Pargas or at least to St Karins, the intervening town - Wax's buddy Sofia, a long-time favourite and the owner of Hektor The Bad Little Border Terrier, is moving back to Turku from Helsinki after 2 years. Probably. Right now she's using her Doctorate of Theology to teach psychology to high school students, living in a tiny one-room flat and occasionally providing crash space on her floor when we want to catch a concert. But if she moved back here, we could potentially get a house with her, and then we'd actually be able to afford a house and its much higher heating/electric bill for around what we're paying now (kind of a must if I'm potentially unemployed and not getting unemployment). And I mean, we're really into this whole house gig. Every spring we get feverish to move outta this joint, which is a bit ghetto and most important of all, does not have room for all our books. Perry would really appreciate a place where he could be tied up in the yard and I would really appreciate living on the ground floor so it'd be easier to take him outside three times a night.
But Sofia wants to live in Turku, not 20-40 minutes away, so it's doubtful if we could share space with her and get closer to Pargas. There are buses that go several times a day of course, but we're talking a long bus commute. But, hell, I'm a grown-up, and I can handle a long bus commute, in theory. (When it comes to the month of January and I barely have the energy to walk the dog and wash myself, we'll see. But I tend to manage things that I have to do, and getting out of the house and moving around will at least produce a) performance anxiety and b) endorphins.) It's the Alanis Morrissette definition of irony that these two opportunities coincide. Our alternatives then become 1) move to St Karins or Pargas without Sofia or 2) find a place with good proximity to the bus station (ie in easy walking distance of THIS place, because the bus station is currently 3 blocks away). Actually, there's a place listed 1 block from the station that's large and quite nice, but I'm not entirely sure how we feel about this and how the logistics would work...
