Times
So school ended something like three weeks ago - turned out that my grades were way better than expected - and I've been since wandering between my place and my parent's to unscramble a bit of what I'd become.
Got a five-day notice that I got the job I wanted in Montreal and got four to find a place to live for the summer. After all the mayhem it caused, it's good to finally realize that everything is slowly falling into place and that I'm ready to start by tomorrow. It's incredible how no matter I think I'm confidently driving to where I'm going, sometimes I just feel like I'm only desperately trying to catch the train that rarely stops.
Had a dinner for Mother's Day before moving here, and it was perhaps the first time I realized we were now four generations sitting at the table. Suddenly, all the discussions I've had with my folks about money for moving and school were pointless. It was also the first time I've realized how quickly everyone else and I grew up this year. Dad told me about how I should be done with school fast, how he and my mom are retiring in a few years and things wouldn't be the same then.
It's sad, very sad.