A summer of solitude: just what the Dr. ordered.
I've always been a fan of this picture not becuase of the rad glasses we're wearing, nor beause I'm wearing my favourite necklace, but because it's a reminder of how happy I was at the time. The picture was taken just this past summer at a concert that dominated my every thought for the entire month of July: B.A. Johnson, Poor Pelly(?), and Intesteens. -I bet I forgot someone-. The concert marked the end of the Intesteens tour and I was so damn happy it was finally over because it meant that Chad and I could enjoy what was left of the summer before before I had to be back at school.
No one spends their summer in Kl anymore, especially now that everyone has real lives. It took some work but by May I was adjusted. For the first time in my life I was in charge- in charge of my mood, my activities, my happiness. There was no one (not really) to rely on or to call and I learned to love it. I was alone and that made me happy. I went out an awful lot (by my standards) and even that made me happy. For the first time I experienced "for real" parties, driving to Sudbury solo, my brother, and working three jobs (pharmacy eww). I even managed a tan for the first time from watering the museum flowers each morning. I fell in love with my family and the life they gave me, my town, and myself. I may throw in more morning jogs this summer but other than that I hope this summer is a replica of the last- on a spiritual level at least!
No one spends their summer in Kl anymore, especially now that everyone has real lives. It took some work but by May I was adjusted. For the first time in my life I was in charge- in charge of my mood, my activities, my happiness. There was no one (not really) to rely on or to call and I learned to love it. I was alone and that made me happy. I went out an awful lot (by my standards) and even that made me happy. For the first time I experienced "for real" parties, driving to Sudbury solo, my brother, and working three jobs (pharmacy eww). I even managed a tan for the first time from watering the museum flowers each morning. I fell in love with my family and the life they gave me, my town, and myself. I may throw in more morning jogs this summer but other than that I hope this summer is a replica of the last- on a spiritual level at least!