Getaway
I'm home for reading week and an update is lonnnggg overdue. The boy situation is pretty much settled. We're going to work on a friendship and see where it goes from there. I had to lie and say that I was no longer interested in him as more than a friend. It was difficult to do because I obviously haven't thrown away my feelings for him, but I desperately needed some peace of mind. I refuse to be an "option" while he sorts his life out. He said something along the lines of, "We can always go for something more in second and third year!" It made me laugh but I'm not holding my breath. Cool but (very) confused guy. It was an experience, that's for sure!
I left for a much needed trip to Quebec City with Nat on Thursday. It was the perfect time to get away from everything. The drive up took 4 hours because the weather was deadly. We could barely see the roads and anytime I stuck my head out the window to try to help her out, my eyes were pelleted with chunks of ice. It was SO "day after tomorrow." We arrived at our hotel by 9 p.m., dumped our bags and ran out to find a restaurant. We found this gem of a restaurant with no more than ten tables. The food was amazing though. Some of the best I've ever tasted. We pre-drank and set out for a bar but the weather was unbearable so we had to turn back. We watched episodes of Laguna Beach, took stupid pictures and passed out.
The next day we walked all around Old Quebec and visited art galleries, boutiques and museums. I felt like such an artsy-intellectual with my thick-rimmed glasses and brochures. We ate dinner at an Irish pub and went to see a local band at a neighbouring bar. They sang everything from Jack Johnson to Oasis. We also met a pilot who was recently hired by Air Canada on his first ever layover. We did some more city exploring the next day and went to another bar and a club called "Le Dag." We didn't stay for very long at the club because the bar was so much better. We created fake identities for ourselves (I was Zoe from NYU; she was Emma from Winnipeg). The Quebecois seemed fascinated with our elaborate tales. The only sketchy part was when we charged the drinks to my credit card at the end of the night and the server pointed out that it read, "Marshneill." It was BEYOND embarassing but we quickly explained ourselves and ran out. I guess we're not so smooth after all but it was quite the memorable night!
So now I'm home and spending good quality time with the family. My sister has truly become her own person and is far more confident and independent than she's ever been, but it upsets me to think that I wasn't there to witness any of it. And that I won't be from now on. Nat and I talked about how quickly this year has gone by on the way home. There's what... 8 weeks left? Where has first year gone!? I'm being bombarded with questions of how I'm going to cook for myself in the summer, control my spending, declare a major, map out my freakin life. I think a lot of my anxiety about finishing first year stems from the idea of graduating with regrets. There's so much I want to do and so little time. That's no excuse, though. I'll find a way to make my seemingly impossible plans for the future a reality. I have to.
I'm exhausted. Goodnight!
I left for a much needed trip to Quebec City with Nat on Thursday. It was the perfect time to get away from everything. The drive up took 4 hours because the weather was deadly. We could barely see the roads and anytime I stuck my head out the window to try to help her out, my eyes were pelleted with chunks of ice. It was SO "day after tomorrow." We arrived at our hotel by 9 p.m., dumped our bags and ran out to find a restaurant. We found this gem of a restaurant with no more than ten tables. The food was amazing though. Some of the best I've ever tasted. We pre-drank and set out for a bar but the weather was unbearable so we had to turn back. We watched episodes of Laguna Beach, took stupid pictures and passed out.
The next day we walked all around Old Quebec and visited art galleries, boutiques and museums. I felt like such an artsy-intellectual with my thick-rimmed glasses and brochures. We ate dinner at an Irish pub and went to see a local band at a neighbouring bar. They sang everything from Jack Johnson to Oasis. We also met a pilot who was recently hired by Air Canada on his first ever layover. We did some more city exploring the next day and went to another bar and a club called "Le Dag." We didn't stay for very long at the club because the bar was so much better. We created fake identities for ourselves (I was Zoe from NYU; she was Emma from Winnipeg). The Quebecois seemed fascinated with our elaborate tales. The only sketchy part was when we charged the drinks to my credit card at the end of the night and the server pointed out that it read, "Marshneill." It was BEYOND embarassing but we quickly explained ourselves and ran out. I guess we're not so smooth after all but it was quite the memorable night!
So now I'm home and spending good quality time with the family. My sister has truly become her own person and is far more confident and independent than she's ever been, but it upsets me to think that I wasn't there to witness any of it. And that I won't be from now on. Nat and I talked about how quickly this year has gone by on the way home. There's what... 8 weeks left? Where has first year gone!? I'm being bombarded with questions of how I'm going to cook for myself in the summer, control my spending, declare a major, map out my freakin life. I think a lot of my anxiety about finishing first year stems from the idea of graduating with regrets. There's so much I want to do and so little time. That's no excuse, though. I'll find a way to make my seemingly impossible plans for the future a reality. I have to.
I'm exhausted. Goodnight!