how is it the twelfth
I can't believe I'm leaving Providence in less than three weeks. How did this semester go by so quickly?!
It's going to feel so strange to go home. All the friendships I made, suddenly left behind... the deadlines, the breakneck pace of assignments, , the all-day painting sessions every weekend, staying up till all hours working in the printmaking labs or at ISB... at least, when I leave Halifax it's always been with the knowledge that I'll be back in a few months for another semester (and when I leave Toronto I always know I'll come back). I don't know if or when I'll ever go back to Providence, other than maybe for a weekend trip. It kind of hurts to think that by June 8th, this entire semester will probably feel as hazy and faraway as a dream. I wonder what sort of anecdotes I'll tell my friends on Thursday evenings when we get together to do life drawing.
I like it here.
It's going to feel so strange to go home. All the friendships I made, suddenly left behind... the deadlines, the breakneck pace of assignments, , the all-day painting sessions every weekend, staying up till all hours working in the printmaking labs or at ISB... at least, when I leave Halifax it's always been with the knowledge that I'll be back in a few months for another semester (and when I leave Toronto I always know I'll come back). I don't know if or when I'll ever go back to Providence, other than maybe for a weekend trip. It kind of hurts to think that by June 8th, this entire semester will probably feel as hazy and faraway as a dream. I wonder what sort of anecdotes I'll tell my friends on Thursday evenings when we get together to do life drawing.
I like it here.