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Hey, peeps.
Well, it's official. As my msn name has been declaring all day, I am, for the next two weeks, "swingin' single and livin' it large in Halifax".
(Meaning, of course, that I have officially commenced my one month sublet at Pepperell St., start classes at King's tomorrow, and that Adam left early this morning and will not be returning until the beginning of September).
The sublet place is very nice, and indeed, much nicer than our actual September apartment. It has crazy hardwood floors and an old fashioned tub, and has come fully furnished, since the owner is coming back in September, and has left her stuff here, so I have a bed, DVD player, stereo, and alarm clock at my disposal. It was actually just what I needed as a resting place for the two week interim between my classes and Adam's arrival. And now I am alone, and nervous.
-- saw Adam and his father off.
-- bummed around on the computer until around noonish.
-- managed to get myself to King's and find the building that (I think) I need to go tomorrow.
-- got myself from King's to our September apartment on Kent St., just to check it out distance-wise and get a sense of the city, (sort of). In doing so, I only took a wrong turn and had to backtrack once, which, given my abysmal sense of direction, and lack of common sense, is cause for fond huzzahs.
-- Ate a piece of chicken, and read an Entertainment Weekly. Apparently, Mel Gibson has gone crazy!
-- Called Adam. He had already arrived home. I told him not to send my books to storage at his parents house, in case we broke up, and then he vindictively stole my books, and then I desperately wanted to read my Latin textbook with my new boyfriend, but just couldn't get it. (This was the point when I realized I was being more obsessive compulsive than sensible).
-- Wandered from store to store asking for a bus schedule.
-- Found a bus schedule. Became scared. They're HUGE, and I took a year to get used to the tiny Fredericton schedule.
-- Started home. Got cocky, and began taking routes down streets other than those I had planned to take.
-- By doing this, I happened upon some beautiful Public Gardens, saw some ducks, and became excited that Public Gardens was clearly within walking distance of our new house. Also found Spring Garden road.
-- By doing this, I also got msyelf lost. However, I actually was going the right way, and the being lost was more a result at this point of me thinking I had to go farther up a certain street than I actually did and not paying attention, rather than an actual blunder on my part.
-- HOWEVER, instead of just heading back down Robie St. (the street that I had gone too far on) I instead attempted to design a fancy "loop-around", temporarily forgetting that despite my successful navigation, I still have no internal compass, and a very hazy sense of direction. This means that I can easily get turned around and have no perception that I'm going the wrong way.
-- THUS I backtracked on the Lindsay-created loop around, got on a street going parallel to the one I needed, but started going even further in the wrong direction. Luckily, my trusty map helped me catch my mistake and backtrack myself back down to my apartment.
Despite all these mis-steps, I consider the day a success, because I got a better sense of Halifax on my first day here than I did of Fredericton during my entire first year there.
(Because I was lame and took cabs all year).
Tonight's agenda includes finding a pay phone with which to call my mother, having a bath, and watching The Bicycle Thief.
I miss everyone. Just so you guys know. This move has been crazy hard. I found the transition from high school to university difficult at first, just because I had gone so far from home and didn't know anybody, but I was still moving from a situation I hated to one I enjoyed. This time, I've had to physically extract myself from a situation and home in which I was very content.
And now, a random picture to close. I looked up "swingin' single" on my trusty image search.
The result is enormously appropriate, to be sure:
And now, to make orange juice.
Well, it's official. As my msn name has been declaring all day, I am, for the next two weeks, "swingin' single and livin' it large in Halifax".
(Meaning, of course, that I have officially commenced my one month sublet at Pepperell St., start classes at King's tomorrow, and that Adam left early this morning and will not be returning until the beginning of September).
The sublet place is very nice, and indeed, much nicer than our actual September apartment. It has crazy hardwood floors and an old fashioned tub, and has come fully furnished, since the owner is coming back in September, and has left her stuff here, so I have a bed, DVD player, stereo, and alarm clock at my disposal. It was actually just what I needed as a resting place for the two week interim between my classes and Adam's arrival. And now I am alone, and nervous.
-- saw Adam and his father off.
-- bummed around on the computer until around noonish.
-- managed to get myself to King's and find the building that (I think) I need to go tomorrow.
-- got myself from King's to our September apartment on Kent St., just to check it out distance-wise and get a sense of the city, (sort of). In doing so, I only took a wrong turn and had to backtrack once, which, given my abysmal sense of direction, and lack of common sense, is cause for fond huzzahs.
-- Ate a piece of chicken, and read an Entertainment Weekly. Apparently, Mel Gibson has gone crazy!
-- Called Adam. He had already arrived home. I told him not to send my books to storage at his parents house, in case we broke up, and then he vindictively stole my books, and then I desperately wanted to read my Latin textbook with my new boyfriend, but just couldn't get it. (This was the point when I realized I was being more obsessive compulsive than sensible).
-- Wandered from store to store asking for a bus schedule.
-- Found a bus schedule. Became scared. They're HUGE, and I took a year to get used to the tiny Fredericton schedule.
-- Started home. Got cocky, and began taking routes down streets other than those I had planned to take.
-- By doing this, I happened upon some beautiful Public Gardens, saw some ducks, and became excited that Public Gardens was clearly within walking distance of our new house. Also found Spring Garden road.
-- By doing this, I also got msyelf lost. However, I actually was going the right way, and the being lost was more a result at this point of me thinking I had to go farther up a certain street than I actually did and not paying attention, rather than an actual blunder on my part.
-- HOWEVER, instead of just heading back down Robie St. (the street that I had gone too far on) I instead attempted to design a fancy "loop-around", temporarily forgetting that despite my successful navigation, I still have no internal compass, and a very hazy sense of direction. This means that I can easily get turned around and have no perception that I'm going the wrong way.
-- THUS I backtracked on the Lindsay-created loop around, got on a street going parallel to the one I needed, but started going even further in the wrong direction. Luckily, my trusty map helped me catch my mistake and backtrack myself back down to my apartment.
Despite all these mis-steps, I consider the day a success, because I got a better sense of Halifax on my first day here than I did of Fredericton during my entire first year there.
(Because I was lame and took cabs all year).
Tonight's agenda includes finding a pay phone with which to call my mother, having a bath, and watching The Bicycle Thief.
I miss everyone. Just so you guys know. This move has been crazy hard. I found the transition from high school to university difficult at first, just because I had gone so far from home and didn't know anybody, but I was still moving from a situation I hated to one I enjoyed. This time, I've had to physically extract myself from a situation and home in which I was very content.
And now, a random picture to close. I looked up "swingin' single" on my trusty image search.
The result is enormously appropriate, to be sure:
And now, to make orange juice.