Lately, life is occupied by lots of mundane stuff like working, sleeping, and watching episodes of Sex and the City with a bowl of ice cream in hand (you have to eat while watching; it is a rule).
Part of me is ready to go home. I really want to visit with my friends and family (I get the feeling Becca and I will become attached at the hip, but I don't mind). I miss idyllic pretty Yarmouth summers with lots of barbecues, fresh fruit and veg, camping (my dad's on vacation this week, so the family is going camping without me, and I am soooo jealous), visiting, and lazy days reading in the sun. I miss walking along the beach, and oddly enough, I miss sitting around drinking a cold bottle of Keith's (this is slightly perplexing, because I'm not much of a drinker at all). I miss school and all my friends in Haligonia.
I'm already formulating a million plans for September, including a massive game of hide and seek, a dinner party, a very long cuddle date, a fancy dessert party at Il Mercato, and going out to a bar with a few people, all of us dressed in a Regency-style dress, which Ana is currently sewing for me because she is a lovely roommate ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. One of the friends I was chatting with today has told me I've gotten looking forward to September, even. :D
However, part of me doesn't want to go. I like my routine here, and I don't want to leave Ana and Melanie and Aurri. They're my pack of ladies! *whine* I still have to see the mountains, and I am owed pool and poker lessons and a motorcycle ride (I've never ridden a motorcycle before, so I am ridiculously excited) from a friend, and I'm going to go visit my friend Stace in Edmonton this weekend, and that all promises to be fun, and the thought of all that being over and done with stings. I mean, even my trip home, with a possible stopover in Toronto which could easily involve visiting durdaana
, and mintroses
, if they'll have me, then hopefully meeting up with one of my Beccas (the my-best-friend one) and travelling the rest of the way back to Yarmouth with her, is going to rock.
I'm glad I still have the next few weeks to make the most of (I really have to make better use of all the artistic inpsiration that Ana and Mel are showering me with and get started on my comic...), but I'm sure they're going to go by in a flash, even though it seems like a long stretch on the calendar. Plus, I know that there will be a certain amount of rather icky drama to confront in September, and putting that off as long as possible is kind of appealing, since I'm no good at treading on eggshells.
I know that, ultimately, I'm going to be crying a lot in the next few weeks, for a lot of things, and that leaving behind my new very high level of independence is going to be really hard. But it is going to be fun, dammit, even if it kills me. I mean, if I chop off some hair and dye it aqua, like I'm planning to, how could it NOT be fun? :P
Enough of my emo ramblings. Love you all!
Kisses, Meg xoxo