Counting down the hours...tmr at this time I will be at the airport, probably boarding the plane.  I can imagine making a dramatic departure, weeping as I stare out of the plane window...but then, I planned to do that when I left London last year, only I fell asleep before the plane even took off and when I woke up, we were already over Ireland  So much for investing in the pack of tissue.

For the past two days I have been wondering why I can't really enjoy the simple life.  If I wasn't as ambitious and greedy (yes, that is a common adjective to describe i-bankers), I could easily stay in Vancouver and work at some mundane job.  And if I was simpler, I wouldn't even realize that the job is mundane and enjoy life happily. 

Unfortunately, I like $ and I like power.  I've been brought up understanding the importance and power of $, and that a bank account balance of $10.00 equates to subsistence living. 

Maybe someday in the future I'll achieve that state of complacency.  Until then, into the merciless financial world I go.