Haliburton, September 2004
Not a great start. Our car broke one week before I was to start the Ceramic Course at the Haliburton School of the Arts in Ontario so we had to buy a new one. Bye bye school money. My tooth gave up on me on my flight there: result: a few root canal treatments spread over the long weekend. When we found the place I was going to live and biked to the new campus to see how far it was, my European bike let me know that Haliburton had (ofcourse, what was I thinking) Canadian Roads and my tire popped immediately.
4 months….maybe I am not suppose to be here.
My partner leaves to go back to Cortes Island and I am jealous. I already miss the ocean, our garden and the feeling that the land we live on gives me.
I am not sure anymore what I am doing in Haliburton.
When I arrive on Tuesday to start, the new campus is sort of ready. There is someone who welcomes me and gets me to the right room and although there is still construction going on, the inside of the campus is almost finished. In the classroom there is one spot left so I take it. I’m sitting next to Christine who is a very funny woman from Toronto who originally came from France. I have a hard time understanding her and her jokes, but I am Dutch and nervous so I let it go.