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alright, so, i guess ill let you know what's been going on:
I went to England, and then I came back. It was an amazing experience. I have never travelled so much or stretched myself so thin. I sorta did it all - theatre/crazyparties/pubs/drugs/love/overnightbusestoamsterdam/anawesomeindependentresearchproject/newpeople/hostels/britishpeople/europeanpeople...
the list goes on and on. I'm going to make an awesome scrapbook of my experiences, one day.
Right now, Im living in a 126 year old house in downtown guelph. My roommates are new and exciting (met them in England), but somehow I know theyre only going to be in my life for this short period of time. Well, I'll embrace it. We have a cat named Margaret Thatcher. She's a bit insane, but overall she suits us well.
Next year I'm moving to Kingston... all on my own. I got into school there, and its going to be awesome. I'm going to get a one-bedroom apartment, a double bed, and a ridiculously large student loan. We will see where life takes me from there. I'm thinking of doing another exchange in my second year at the law school. I love Canada - but its sorta cold and mediocre a lot of the time.
Right now, I'm just coasting through this last semester, trying to get by. Sometimes I miss old friends, but for the most part I'm okay with the people who have stayed consistent in my life. I look forward to the occasional weekend in Mississauga and familiar faces. I miss my parents a lot, and little riley.
Ah, I turned 22. What a nightmare. My mother was married at this age, and Im just starting out. I know there are cultural differences between now and then, but I feel like a baby. I still have that outraged sort of reaction when I hear about people I know getting engaged. Like, "WHAT! At OUR age?!?!?!" And its not just cuz they got pregnant or are religious. Some of them have genuinely selected 22 as a good age to start a family... and society isn't so shocked by this, its just me. I guess I stopped counting around 17.
The roommate who lives above me has an acoustic guitar. Often I find acoustic guitars annoying when they're close-range, but faintly drifting through a 126 year old house, they produce a quite lovely sound. It doesnt matter which song... everything sounds better through 126 year old vents.
Love!
I went to England, and then I came back. It was an amazing experience. I have never travelled so much or stretched myself so thin. I sorta did it all - theatre/crazyparties/pubs/drugs/love/overnightbusestoamsterdam/anawesomeindependentresearchproject/newpeople/hostels/britishpeople/europeanpeople...
the list goes on and on. I'm going to make an awesome scrapbook of my experiences, one day.
Right now, Im living in a 126 year old house in downtown guelph. My roommates are new and exciting (met them in England), but somehow I know theyre only going to be in my life for this short period of time. Well, I'll embrace it. We have a cat named Margaret Thatcher. She's a bit insane, but overall she suits us well.
Next year I'm moving to Kingston... all on my own. I got into school there, and its going to be awesome. I'm going to get a one-bedroom apartment, a double bed, and a ridiculously large student loan. We will see where life takes me from there. I'm thinking of doing another exchange in my second year at the law school. I love Canada - but its sorta cold and mediocre a lot of the time.
Right now, I'm just coasting through this last semester, trying to get by. Sometimes I miss old friends, but for the most part I'm okay with the people who have stayed consistent in my life. I look forward to the occasional weekend in Mississauga and familiar faces. I miss my parents a lot, and little riley.
Ah, I turned 22. What a nightmare. My mother was married at this age, and Im just starting out. I know there are cultural differences between now and then, but I feel like a baby. I still have that outraged sort of reaction when I hear about people I know getting engaged. Like, "WHAT! At OUR age?!?!?!" And its not just cuz they got pregnant or are religious. Some of them have genuinely selected 22 as a good age to start a family... and society isn't so shocked by this, its just me. I guess I stopped counting around 17.
The roommate who lives above me has an acoustic guitar. Often I find acoustic guitars annoying when they're close-range, but faintly drifting through a 126 year old house, they produce a quite lovely sound. It doesnt matter which song... everything sounds better through 126 year old vents.
Love!