Home?
So I guess today marks one week back in Ontario. The world cup was hard to watch, because I couldn't stop thinking about everyone I left and how they were reacting. There was also the horrible cliched feeling of knowing that you're looking at the same thing at the same moment.
Everything is exactly as I left it. Everyone is doing the same things they were doing when I left. This doesn't feel like home anymore.
While searching craigslist for apartment listings in Toronto, I checked the Paris ones too.
I got pictures developed and as I stared at the photos of my last night I couldn't stop wondering what I'm doing here. Like everyone was saying to me; there are schools in Paris, there are jobs in Paris. Moving there isn't impossible, it will just require a lot of work. The more I think about it, the more willing I am to make the necessary sacrifices.
Everything is exactly as I left it. Everyone is doing the same things they were doing when I left. This doesn't feel like home anymore.
While searching craigslist for apartment listings in Toronto, I checked the Paris ones too.
I got pictures developed and as I stared at the photos of my last night I couldn't stop wondering what I'm doing here. Like everyone was saying to me; there are schools in Paris, there are jobs in Paris. Moving there isn't impossible, it will just require a lot of work. The more I think about it, the more willing I am to make the necessary sacrifices.