I am in Sudbury.
If you donít know, itís considered Northern, even if itís only sort of Northern. All the trees are birch and evergreen and there are rocks and lakes and moose and owls everywhere. Okay so I havenít seen any owls. But I bet theyíre watching me. Because I look tasty. The economy here is Northern- mines, forestry, hunting, fishing, winter sports.
Iím here for a job fair thing- apparently there are always openings in the mines and forests. Iím not really interested in either but sometimes that doesnít matter much- especially when you are looking for a job.
I thought it would be interesting to come but all I have done is think about home. They say you donít appreciated the mountains until you live on the plains- and so I am shining on my poor, dirty, highest-unemployment-in-the-country home city. Not even the city so much, but my small cluttered house. And my kids. And my Scape.
I have, for some reason,...