I’m currently living with a coworker and her husband for about two months while I’m working in Calgary. My coworker told me about a conversation she and her husband had prior to my arrival.
He asked her what she knew about me.
She said, not much.
He said, well, what if she’s a pyromaniac or something?
I’m sure they’re relieved to find out that I’m not a pyromaniac. Instead I’m just a normal southern Manitoba farm girl. I know what you’re thinking – what is normal? Everyone defines normal differently. But no matter how you define normal, I’m as normal as they come. Just ask my family and friends. I have no weird quirks, no strange habits, nothing. In fact, in that regard, I’m very unexciting. And that’s OK.
When I think about the situation, I must admit that it was risky for them to welcome a perfect stranger into their home. And it was probably just as risky for me to move in with perfect strangers – even if one is my coworker. But life’s full of risks. Quitting my job in Winnipeg, accepting a new job and moving to not just one, but two, new cities this year, is risky. But there’s no reward in life without risk, right?
So here I am, a normal girl taking a few risks and hoping for the best. And I’m definitely not a pyromaniac!