This porridge is too hot!

Or too cold, or just right.

That's what cities feel like to me. Vancouver was too hot (big), Whitehorse is too cool (small).

Sometimes you just can't win. Where's the one that tastes/feels just right? I enjoy the 10 minute commute but the job leaves a lot to be desired. What do we sacrifice for our careers? Vancouver had the torturous 1 hour commute but the job was a breeze, hard work but well appreciated.

Should we hold out for that right taste? Or should we accept whatever life's shit-shovel throws at us, accepting it like a meagre peasant happy to sop up grain falling from the mouth of the hoi polloi?

Cabin fever starts setting in around now; when the winter has been long and terrible, when nothing seems to be going your way and even better, you can't pop over to the next town for a break. The next town if 5 hours away and it is smaller than this one. It's enough to make you insane.

Or, hop on a plane.

When is it time to say, enough. Are you a quitter? Are you realistic?

Coping with my burgeoning disillusionment has become a full-time job.