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What a day. I've had an adventure, and I don't think it's the good kind. I'm exhausted and going to bed soon, so I might post about it tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm feeling blue and a bit let down. I said goodbye to my family this morning to come back to Montreal, and I don't know if I'm imagining it, but it seems like it gets harder every semester. I get so homesick after visiting them that sometimes I wonder if it's worth it to go home at all.
Not only that, but when I got back to my apartment today, it felt like I'd just stepped out for groceries. If it still feels like I've never left, what was the point of all this hassle? But I know that's not fair; I did all sorts of things over my break. I saw my best friends and had dinner and hung out with them, and I went to a luncheon with lots of my cousins and aunts and uncles, and I watched an absurd number of movies, and I had lots of quality board game time with my family, and I visited my godmother, and I got an improv blues lesson from my cousin, and I cooked, and I babysat for a family I always enjoy seeing, and I did some reading, and I cuddled with my cats, and I went to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, and I let my elders tell me how to do everything because I'm tired of making my own decisions, and I did some volunteering on Christmas Eve. I helped my sisters with their homework and got to read some of the things they had written, and I got to hear my sister perfecting that beautiful Amelie piano piece I'd given her the sheet music for as a present.
I'm trying hard to be positive right now. It kind of helps to think about all the classes I have tomorrow. I'm taking a music theory class this semester and I'm really psyched for it. I'll probably be much more smiley in the morning.
Not only that, but when I got back to my apartment today, it felt like I'd just stepped out for groceries. If it still feels like I've never left, what was the point of all this hassle? But I know that's not fair; I did all sorts of things over my break. I saw my best friends and had dinner and hung out with them, and I went to a luncheon with lots of my cousins and aunts and uncles, and I watched an absurd number of movies, and I had lots of quality board game time with my family, and I visited my godmother, and I got an improv blues lesson from my cousin, and I cooked, and I babysat for a family I always enjoy seeing, and I did some reading, and I cuddled with my cats, and I went to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, and I let my elders tell me how to do everything because I'm tired of making my own decisions, and I did some volunteering on Christmas Eve. I helped my sisters with their homework and got to read some of the things they had written, and I got to hear my sister perfecting that beautiful Amelie piano piece I'd given her the sheet music for as a present.
I'm trying hard to be positive right now. It kind of helps to think about all the classes I have tomorrow. I'm taking a music theory class this semester and I'm really psyched for it. I'll probably be much more smiley in the morning.